. The book of months . JANUARY. Trees, glimpses of the gorgeous dome abovethem, drifts of driven snow, were my companions,while, if one grew overbold, there was the Eigerto hazard ;i respectful remark to, and the sunitself to be worshipped. On no other day, in-deed, that I can remember have I felt so stronga sympathy with Parsees. High it swung, be-nignant, and all for the fir-trees and me. Thenrising higher, I came to the edge of the woodand the beginning of the snow-fields again, and,resting for a moment, did an exceedingly child-ish thing. Underneath a piece of spreading rootof the last tre
. The book of months . JANUARY. Trees, glimpses of the gorgeous dome abovethem, drifts of driven snow, were my companions,while, if one grew overbold, there was the Eigerto hazard ;i respectful remark to, and the sunitself to be worshipped. On no other day, in-deed, that I can remember have I felt so stronga sympathy with Parsees. High it swung, be-nignant, and all for the fir-trees and me. Thenrising higher, I came to the edge of the woodand the beginning of the snow-fields again, and,resting for a moment, did an exceedingly child-ish thing. Underneath a piece of spreading rootof the last tree of that heavenly wood I hida stick of chocolate, a Bryant & Mays match-box containing an English sixpence, two nickelcoins of ten centimes, a short piece of pencil, andfour matches. These I dedicate to the way-farer, should he need a light. Also I shouldask him to write his name with the pencil andput it in the match-box, and, if he feels asfoolish as I, add some small object of no A-= M^^
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