Describes the events of Christmas Day. Transcription: furnace like into the clear exhilarating air. Lost our sportsmen ere long, and a bit of inland walking. Along hard, quiet roads, by ill-ploughed fields and white cottage or chapel, over fences, and across frozen ponds, now pelting a churlishly disposed dog, now admiring the tall trees all bare with rime and hoar frost on their sturdy arms, now the blue Jersey hills stretching far away; now speculating on the future, now pondering on the past, now picturing Christmas Day At Home, and thoughts how each in his little Home world would be named
Describes the events of Christmas Day. Transcription: furnace like into the clear exhilarating air. Lost our sportsmen ere long, and a bit of inland walking. Along hard, quiet roads, by ill-ploughed fields and white cottage or chapel, over fences, and across frozen ponds, now pelting a churlishly disposed dog, now admiring the tall trees all bare with rime and hoar frost on their sturdy arms, now the blue Jersey hills stretching far away; now speculating on the future, now pondering on the past, now picturing Christmas Day At Home, and thoughts how each in his little Home world would be named and kind thoughts kinder still for the occasion. Anon striking into the rock and coppice skirting the road we find a young fellow with boys endeavoring to blast and split a fallen tree by the pouring of gunpowder into a hole therein drilled. Divers essays did he make, but with little success. We look on awhile then in little coppice, by a frozen pool, (the thick surface of which covering innumerable leaves of all lines, brown, green, yellow and black, was exquisitely beautiful and remindful of the curious marble pavement of the approach to the temple of Bacbue in [Francois] Rabelais,) we busy ourselves in getting branches of bright red berries for the bedecking our room: admiring the exquisite various many colored mosses, the small flowers, and anon setting fire to the dry grass and rushes. Out on the road, and again on ascent up the rocks, where we made an enormous fire of dead cedars. How it towered over the tall trees. Anon, loaded by green cedar boughs we make a perilous descent at the back of the tavern, clambering under, over and around the huge rocks; then a brisk waterside walk back, and so to Canal by half past 3. Dined on cold beef in the Kitchen, and then ascent. Decorating the room with our leafy spoil till it looked Arcadian. [William] Barth came, and stayed the evening, taking part of [Alfred] Waud ?s bed. A really pleasant fire light back-talk with him at midnig
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