Stowe notes, letters and verses . ung Winter—a December or lateNovember wind, icy and vitalizing. The collies rangedthe farm, clamorous against the moon, galloping with theflying shadows, or, distinctly seen, black wolfish forms inthe moonlight. Last night the wind was more southerly, less boister-ous, but full of many blended sounds. The moon (nearlyfull) was hidden, but the clouds were not very dense, anda pale and uniform light, aided by the reflection from thesnow, pervaded the scene. Whenever the wind shook the little cherry treesbelow my window, there was a high-pitched rushingsound, wit
Stowe notes, letters and verses . ung Winter—a December or lateNovember wind, icy and vitalizing. The collies rangedthe farm, clamorous against the moon, galloping with theflying shadows, or, distinctly seen, black wolfish forms inthe moonlight. Last night the wind was more southerly, less boister-ous, but full of many blended sounds. The moon (nearlyfull) was hidden, but the clouds were not very dense, anda pale and uniform light, aided by the reflection from thesnow, pervaded the scene. Whenever the wind shook the little cherry treesbelow my window, there was a high-pitched rushingsound, with a kind of ghastly brightness, like a thin gushof water, and with this, at times, the soughing of thepine mingled distinctly. In the pauses, the sugar-woodroared like the distant sea, and when this sound fell, thevox humana of the storm, the eerie plaintive murmur,unlocalized, unaccountable, seeming to come from inde-finable distance, a whisper in the horizon, crept in amongthe subsiding sounds. Laying my ear close to the win-. A Februar) Afternoon (Hogback in Distance) FEBRUARY 21 dow was as if to the mouth of a shell. The night washollow, reverberant. There was no wailing and hootingin the wind—a more mysterious agency seemed at slats of my shutter were rattled and fingered; therewere sudden gusts and quick subsidence—the windseemed to be feeling its way; it was a reconnaissance, ascouting, on the advance of the storm. Mr. Cobb says that sometimes, cutting trees, he hascome across a deermouses nest in some hollow trunk,where he found stored as much as a quart of beech nuts,or even more. This morning, which is windless,, clear, and cold(eighteen degrees), has a freshness like an early Junemorning. Camels Hump and the Mountain are white-capped,and below, a third of the slope, is a frosty band, sharplydefined, where the clouds rested yesterday. Out driv-ing, I noticed the extraordinary blueness of mountain-sides seen through pine branches, now somewhat dull incol
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