



Produced by David Widger.









                        THE SNOW-IMAGE

                             AND

                     OTHER TWICE-TOLD TALES



                 JOHN INGLEFIELD'S THANKSGIVING

                              By

                      Nathaniel Hawthorne



On the evening of Thanksgiving day, John Inglefield, the blacksmith, sat
in his elbow-chair, among those who had been keeping festival at his
board.  Being the central figure of the domestic circle, the fire threw
its strongest light on his massive and sturdy frame, reddening his rough
visage, so that it looked like the head of an iron statue, all aglow,
from his own forge, and with its features rudely fashioned on his own
anvil.  At John Inglefield's right hand was an empty chair.  The other
places round the hearth were filled by the members of the family, who all
sat quietly, while, with a semblance of fantastic merriment, their
shadows