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Legend of ft* Y*l* Log

la Virginia, the old Dominion, •toned land of early American history, there is an old traditidn of the origin of the Yule log that is retold every Christmas.

As the family alts around the Yule log and sips their Christmas eggnog on Christmas Eve, the ancient legend is recounted again.

One very cold Christinas EVe, when the frosty wind howled across a world of snow, an old man was sitting in his little cabin wish, ing that he had a fire to rwarm him.

Suddenly he heard the cry of a , little child away out in tike ceUL The eld man hobbled to the doer

The wind and the enow came rattling in and the eld men shivered until hie “oalieet two teef” chattered with cold.

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The plaintive cry of the child came again above the whistle of the wind. It went straight to the old man’s heart and he wished with all his power of longing that he might have the strength to go out and find the unfortunate babe.

The cry came e third time—end then n wondrous thing happened. A miraculous power filled the eld ■san’s veins. His muscles became strong and tense, his crutch fell bach into the cabin and he stopped

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