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Show WHEN THE BLIZZARD BLOWS. Omaha Bee. When old Boreas rides abroad Is one time when Nature really plays with man. His efforts are set nt naught, and tho utmost of his endeavors en-deavors are to find shelter from the fury of the storm. Tho mighty forces involved are part of tho universal mechanism, set in motion by the operation oper-ation of laws on which all being hangs But the blizzard lacks the majesty of the summer storm, and holds little of the tornado's terror. It has no accompaniment ac-companiment of forked lightning, tearing tear-ing a midnight sky with Jagged gashes gash-es of flnme, and no peal of thunder cracks the dome of heaven to shatter timid nerves. The splendor of the blizzard is little appreciated by its be holders, who have slight inclination tor seeking out beauty while sustaining sustain-ing the buffets of the roaring wind Yet the blizzard is not without its uses In the wake of the wind comes the promise of clearer, brighter winter win-ter weather, with sen ice to the soil that presages another season of bountiful boun-tiful crops. No widespread suffering is entailed, for man knows and makes provision against the blast, while good will eventually come from winter's worst exhibition of elemental energy uncontrolled |