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The Treasure Hunt P ETER BLAIR stood with his face pressed against the window pane of the living room. “Oh dear! It’s snowing again,” he complained as he watched the big white flakes coming down faster and faster. The ground was white, and'the branches of the trees were bending low under their load of snow. “All my plans are spoiled—just spoiled.” And Peter looked like he might cry. ' “ God made the snow,” reminded Grandmother Blair from her chair by. the fireplace. She sat knitting a sweater for Peter’s big brother who Was in the army. “ I know He did, Gram,” Peter re plied. “But I don’t see why He had to have it snow again today when I had such particular plans.” “ Perhaps He has better plans for you today.” “ But Gram,” argueid Peter, “what could be better than spending a whole day at Ted’s, on the ranch? We were going horseback riding this morning, and his dad promised to take us on a hike this afternoon. I’ve counted on it a lot; and now it’s snowing— and the road’s blocked—and the snow plow’s. broken!” He slumped down on the windowseat, and looked very un happy. Grandmother laid aside her knitting. “ Peter,” she said, “ I think a treasure hunt would be something like a hike,
wouldn’t it? I know of .a thrilling one —a snow treasure hunt.” Peter was puzzled. "How can we, ever have a treasure hunt? It’s snow ing too hard for anybody to hide the treasure,” , he said. “ Oh, this is a new kind of treasure hunt—different than any you know about,” c o n t i n u e d Grandmother. “There are a number of treasures to be found. But there is one that is very special. I hope you will find it.” “ So do I!” Peter’s face was bright with interest. “ Very well,” said Grandmother, get ting up and moving her chair to a place beside the window. “Get your Bible, and we will both sit here while We play our game.” Peter dropped down on the low stool at Grandmother’s side, his new Bible in his hand. “We are going to find our treasures by looking in God’s Word,” she ex plained. “The verses that you find first, you may read, and those I find The next clew for the hunt- was Job 37:6. This time Grandmother found it first, and she slowly read, ‘“ For he saith to the snow, Be thou on the earth.’ You see, Peter,” she explained, “in the earth’s cradle, millions of tiny seeds are sleeping, and if it were not for the nice snow blanket, these tiny seeds would be frozen. They could never grow to be plants and trees. “The snow is important for another reason,” Grandmother went on. “ In the winter it is stored up on the moun tains. Then when w a r m weather comes, it is melted, and water flows to refresh the dry places on the earth.” “ I guess snow is pretty necessary after all, isn’t it?” 1questioned Peter. “ Indeed it is! . . . And now, our next stop on our treasure hunt is at Psalm 147:16.” . [See next page.] Junior King s Business By MARTHA S. HOOKER Member of Faculty Bible Institute of Los Angeles first, I shall read. The first will be Job 38:22.” Peter read, " ‘Hast thou entered into the treasures of the snow?’ ” He looked up, s u r p r i s e d . “Treasures—in the snow? I never thought of that.”
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