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Tobogganing.

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Oh, the rare exhilaration,     Oh, the novel delectation         Of a ride down the slide!     Packed like ice in zero weather,     Pleasure-seekers close together,         On a board as thin as wafer,         Barely wider, scarcely safer,     At the height of recreation     Find a glorious inspiration,     Ere the speedy termination         In the snowy meadow wide,         Sloping to the river's side.     Oh, such quakers we begin it,         Timorous of the icy route!     But to learn in half a minute     What felicity is in it,         As we shoot down the chute,         Smothered in toboggan suit,         Redingote or roquelaure,         Buttoned up (and down) before,     Mittens, cap, and moccasin,     Just the garb to revel in;         So, the signal given, lo!         Over solid ice and snow,         Down the narrow gauge we go     Swifter than a bird o'erhead,     Swifter than an arrow sped         From the staunchest, strongest bow.     Oh, it beats all "Copenhagen,"         Silly lovers' paradise!     Like the frozen Androscoggin,         Slippery, and smooth, and nice,     Is the track of the toboggan;     And there's nothing cheap about it,     Everything is steep about it,     The insolvent weep about it,         For the biggest thing on ice         Is its tip-top price;     But were this three times the money,     Then the game were thrice as funny.     Ye who dwell in latitudes     Where "the blizzard" ne'er intrudes,         And the water seldom freezes;     Ye of balmy Southern regions,     Alabama's languid legions,         From the "hot blast" of your breezes,         Where the verdure of the trees is         Limp, and loose, and pitiful,         Come up here where branches bare         Stand like spikes in frosty air;     Come up here where arctic rigor     Shall restore your bloom and vigor,         Making life enjoyable;     Come and take a jog on     The unparalleled toboggan!         Such the zest that he who misses         Never knows what perfect bliss is.         So the sport, the day's sensation,         Thrills and recreates creation.

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