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Show A funeral procession of six or eight carriages started from Buffalo the worst day of the snow storm to go to the cemetery. They were obliged, on account of the drifts, to take the road that runs along the lake shore, and slowly plodded their way along what they supposed was the proper street. Finding they did not reach their destination, they stopped after a while to investigate, and found to their horror that they were one mile from land on the frozen waters of Lake Erie. The ice was thin and treacherous, and in their bewilderment they hardly knew which way to turn; but at last, with fear and trembling, and almost perished with cold, they crept back to shore and returned with their dead to the city to defer their mournful errand to another day. |