"Of course it was Thanksgiving.  The snow was beating against the windows, sifting in under the door, and drifting across the roadway.  At the rate it was falling and drifting, the railroads would be blocked before night.  No matter, Uncle Peter and Aunt Susan had arrived by the morning train; Uncle Fred and Aunt Maria, with Cousin Will and the twins, had come over in the wagon; and everybody that was not wanted to cook the dinner had been to church and returned, stamping off the snow at the doorstep, as hungry as hunters."

The First New England Thanksgiving,
Our Young Folks, November 1869.