Stowe notes, letters and verses . —young fel-lows of about eighteen to twenty-five, the very pictureof health and robustiousness. Some of them sat on theend of the sled, from time to time answering our ques-tions, but mostly conversing together in low tones;others followed on foot, their axes slung over theirshoulders. In front of us a yoke of small Jersey cattledragged a large log of canoe birch (for fire-wood), andoccasionally created a diversion by endeavoring to crowdeach other out of the road. Their driver walked withthem. In this order we wound slowly down in theshadow, for the sun had b
Stowe notes, letters and verses . —young fel-lows of about eighteen to twenty-five, the very pictureof health and robustiousness. Some of them sat on theend of the sled, from time to time answering our ques-tions, but mostly conversing together in low tones;others followed on foot, their axes slung over theirshoulders. In front of us a yoke of small Jersey cattledragged a large log of canoe birch (for fire-wood), andoccasionally created a diversion by endeavoring to crowdeach other out of the road. Their driver walked withthem. In this order we wound slowly down in theshadow, for the sun had by this time set and left a deepred glow behind the ragged spruce tops. Passing places where a tree had been felled and thesevered boughs trampled, the smell of the crushed leaveswas very strong and fragrant. On returning we did not stop, but continued directlydown the mountain. The last glimpse of the camp wasan interesting picture—horses, oxen, and men groupedbetween the log barn and the little shanty; the bright 17 -^ h-2^^. Z^O^..^ CAy^^ll^f ,7 Im^ T , tZ ,^,^ A«-A^ 7 A-^^ Tl^f-lL-P7 / L-^j^^^^\^^ 7i^U)-0\.-;..^^^ n^-Cp a^//yu^. ni A^ /Wl^c^ <^M. h/i^ryn^ ^?-/y n ii.^^j^r yci,^^ o,7&^ ^ ^i^c^jz^J LETTERS 241 colors of flannel shirts and toques conspicuous on thesnow; the light gleaming on the axe-heads; the move-ment, bustle, and color against the background of thecold and darkening wood. The stars were out before we reached the valley, butwith the wind at our backs the air seemed like that of abalmy summer night. On our way through the Hollowand homeward we were boarded from time to time bylantern-bearing strangers, with whom we exchanged acivil greeting or remark on the weather. When wereached home, we were surprised to find that the tem-perature had risen slightly a few degrees, for when weturned northward and faced the wind, we imaginedsome phenomenal fall, so icy was it. TO HIS MOTHER Stowe, January 8, me tell you here about the chestnut devil, as youte
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