Stowe notes, letters and verses . ne wall opposite, andflying straight at the windows, seem intelligently par-ticipant in the exultation of the storm, and yet, out of thedirect force of the wind, they circle slowly, and meet theground with a soft conclusive touch that seems to indi-cate a grateful sense of repose. This southwest wind sometimes develops a spirit tooboisterous for the comfort and safety of many of Na-tures children. The white pine in front of the door lostone of its heavy under branches, which, being weightedwith ice, snapped in too rough a greeting of the they seem on
Stowe notes, letters and verses . ne wall opposite, andflying straight at the windows, seem intelligently par-ticipant in the exultation of the storm, and yet, out of thedirect force of the wind, they circle slowly, and meet theground with a soft conclusive touch that seems to indi-cate a grateful sense of repose. This southwest wind sometimes develops a spirit tooboisterous for the comfort and safety of many of Na-tures children. The white pine in front of the door lostone of its heavy under branches, which, being weightedwith ice, snapped in too rough a greeting of the they seem on excellent terms—nevertheless it is thesteady icy flow of the north wind that induces the pinesbest music. Among the Pilgrims. I sit on a stump at the north-ern edge of the wood, and look far over the dun fieldsand white roads to the Eden mountains. The northernsky imitates the colors of the landscape, dun and darkblue, and just at the very point of north there is a breakin the clouds, and a clear and precious glimpse of pale 68. DECEMBER 69 blue sky. The northeastern horizon has the appearanceof a summer storm, the black ragged curtain overhang-ing a blank illuminated sheet of gray, as of rain. Againstthis, the bare boughs and few tawny beech leaves presenta picture that is a very vivid recalling of autumn. There is an old boulder in the Pilgrim woods, andthe mouldering mossy sides are further softened by thepowdery ridges of snow. I saw some green ferns. A small but half-blasted ironwood (hop-hornbeam)punctured in circles with most curious precision. Wood-peckers ? I noticed the newer punctures followed on thetrunk in spirals. On the rocky pasture, the mosses in part absorb thesnow, which falls mostly in a half-melted form more likehail, into their spongy interstices. They are thereforepartly on the surface of things, enough to hint at theirform and color. The dry pale green, the purplish brown,and the lilac have thus the most beautiful appearance,apparently just silvered ov
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