the summer and winter following the "frost king" i i spent with my family in alabama. i recall with delight that home-going. everything had budded and blossomed. i was happy. "the frost king" was fotten.
when the ground was strewn with the crimson and golden leaves of autumn, and the musk-sted grapes that covered the arbour at the end of the gardeurning golden brown in the sunshine, i began to write a skety life--a year after i had written "the frost king.”
i was still excessively scrupulous about everything i wrote. the thought that what i wrote might not be absolutely my own tormented me. no one knew of these fears except my teacher. a strange sensitiveness prevented me from referring to the "frost king"; and often when an idea flashed out in the course of versation i would spell softly to her, "i am not sure it is mine." at other times, in the midst of a paragraph i was writing, i said to myself, "suppose it should be found that all this was written by some one long ago!" an impish fear clutched my hand, so that i could not write any more that day. and even now i sometimes feel the same uneasiness and disquietude. miss sullivan soled and helped me in every way she could think of; but the terrible experience i had passed through left a lasting impression on my mind, the significe of which i am only just beginning to uand. it was with the hope of rest my self-fidehat she persuaded me to write for the youths panion a brief at of my life. i was then twelve years old. as i look bay struggle to write that little story, it seems to me that i must have had a prophetic vision of the good that would e of the uaking, or i should surely have failed.
i wrote timidly, fearfully, but resolutely, urged on by my teacher, who khat if i persevered, i should find my mental foothold again a a grip on my faculties. up to the time of the "frost king" episode, i had lived the unscious life of a little child; now my thoughts were turned inward, and i beheld things invisible.
gradually i emerged from the penumbra of that experieh a mind made clearer by trial and with a truer knowledge of life.
the chief events of the year 1893 were my trip to washington during the inauguration of president cleveland, and visits to niagara and the worlds fair. under such circumstances my studies were stantly interrupted and often put aside for many weeks, so that it is impossible for me to give a ected at of them.
we went to niagara in march, 1893. it is di
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