Uncle Mart's Poem - The Old Snow-Man

Ho! the old Snow-Man         That Noey Bixler made!     He looked as fierce and sassy         As a soldier on parade! -     'Cause Noey, when he made him,         While we all wuz gone, you see,     He made him, jist a-purpose,         Jist as fierce as he could be! -             But when we all got ust to him,                 Nobody wuz afraid             Of the old Snow-Man                 That Noey Bixler made!     'Cause Noey told us 'bout him         And what he made him fer: -     He'd come to feed, that morning         He found we wuzn't here;     And so the notion struck him,         When we all come taggin' home     'Tud s'prise us ef a' old Snow-Man         'Ud meet us when we come!     So, when he'd fed the stock, and milked,         And ben back home, and chopped     His wood, and et his breakfast, he         Jist grabbed his mitts and hopped     Right in on that-air old Snow-Man         That he laid out he'd make     Er bust a trace a-tryin' - jist         Fer old-acquaintance sake! -             But work like that wuz lots more fun.                 He said, than when he played!             Ho! the old Snow-Man                 That Noey Bixler made!     He started with a big snow-ball,         And rolled it all around;     And as he rolled, more snow 'ud stick         And pull up off the ground. -     He rolled and rolled all round the yard -         'Cause we could see the track,     All wher' the snow come off, you know,         And left it wet and black.     He got the Snow-Man's legs-part rolled -         In front the kitchen-door, -     And then he hat to turn in then         And roll and roll some more! -     He rolled the yard all round agin,         And round the house, at that -     Clean round the house and back to wher'         The blame legs-half wuz at!             He said he missed his dinner, too -                 Jist clean fergot and stayed             There workin'. Ho! the old Snow-Man                 That Noey Bixler made!     And Noey said he hat to hump         To git the top-half on     The legs-half! - When he did, he said,         His wind wuz purt'-nigh gone. -     He said, I jucks! he jist drapped down         There on the old porch-floor     And panted like a dog! - And then         He up! and rolled some more! -     The last batch - that wuz fer his head, -         And - time he'd got it right     And clumb and fixed it on, he said -         He hat to quit fer night! -     And then, he said, he'd kep' right on         Ef they'd ben any moon     To work by! So he crawled in bed -         And could a-slep' tel noon,             He wuz so plum wore out! he said, -                 But it wuz washin'-day,             And hat to cut a cord o' wood                 'Fore he could git away!     But, last, he got to work agin, -         With spade, and gouge, and hoe,     And trowel, too - (All tools 'ud do         What Noey said, you know!)     He cut his eyebrows out like cliffs -         And his cheekbones and chin     Stuck furder out - and his old nose         Stuck out as fur-agin!     He made his eyes o' walnuts,         And his whiskers out o' this     Here buggy-cushion stuffin' - moss,         The teacher says it is.     And then he made a' old wood'-gun,         Set keerless-like, you know,     Acrost one shoulder - kindo' like         Big Foot, er Adam Poe -             Er, mayby, Simon Girty,                 The dinged old Renegade!             Wooh! the old Snow-Man                 That Noey Bixler made!     And there he stood, all fierce and grim,         A stern, heroic form:     What was the winter blast to him,         And what the driving storm? -     What wonder that the children pressed         Their faces at the pane     And scratched away the frost, in pride         To look on him again? -             What wonder that, with yearning bold,                 Their all of love and care             Went warmest through the keenest cold                 To that Snow-Man out there!     But the old Snow-Man -         What a dubious delight     He grew at last when Spring came on         And days waxed warm and bright. -     Alone he stood - all kith and kin         Of snow and ice were gone; -     Alone, with constant teardrops in         His eyes and glittering on     His thin, pathetic beard of black -         Grief in a hopeless cause! -     Hope - hope is for the man that dies -         What for the man that thaws!             O Hero of a hero's make! -                 Let marble melt and fade,             But never you - you old Snow-Man                 That Noey Bixler made!