Stowe notes, letters and verses . the hemlock wood has a thick coating ofsnow. The beautiful delicate silver-green hemlocks! Theirbranches are outspread at the angle of is complete silence here and on the shores of themill-dam, except for the rush of the Fall. The water ishigher than it was last summer. The little trees on theedge are doubtless dead; they stand leafless, and are re-flected in the quiet mere. The moon-silvered roof in thehollow is now silvered with snow. I can barely see itthrough the falling flakes, and beyond, pale, like breaksin a cloud, the white pastures o
Stowe notes, letters and verses . the hemlock wood has a thick coating ofsnow. The beautiful delicate silver-green hemlocks! Theirbranches are outspread at the angle of is complete silence here and on the shores of themill-dam, except for the rush of the Fall. The water ishigher than it was last summer. The little trees on theedge are doubtless dead; they stand leafless, and are re-flected in the quiet mere. The moon-silvered roof in thehollow is now silvered with snow. I can barely see itthrough the falling flakes, and beyond, pale, like breaksin a cloud, the white pastures on the Hogback slope showdimly through the mist. Coming home, we started a flock of bluebirds. Theywere brilliant in azure and cinnamon, their breasts as redas ever I saw robins. They were lingering in the corn-fields, where the glowing pumpkins showed their warmand cheering countenances in the stacks of gray andwithered corn-stalks. I have seen juncos and myrtle warblers by country is fairly overflown by these VERMONT 183 The elms, ash trees, butternut, basswood in openspaces, and witch-hazel are mostly bereft of theirleaves. The basswood in woods holds them well; theyturn a dark purple-brown. The rock maple and beechare the most constant. In the woods a new tint, the mauve, the pale purplish-brown hue of withered leaves, begins to show itself. Thedark and rugged tops of the hemlocks stand conspicuouson the light glistening hillsides. Apple trees are brownand withered. The alders look frost-bitten and faded;the willows are still untouched. The other morning (breaking clear before this over-cast and dismal time) showed the higher ridges of theHogback, where the snow still hung in the spruces, lift-ing silver spears, sharp frosty points, against the paleblue sky. In the woods in the rain; the constant dripping is amelancholy accompaniment to my steps. Wreaths ofmist hang like smoke in the sides of the Hogback range,which is mostly obscured, as are all the moun
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