After my first visit to Boston, I spent almost every er in t on a visit to a Nes frozen lakes and vast sno    I unities suter into treasures of the snow.

        I recall my surprise on disc t a mysterious ripped trees and busy s in trees h snow.

        inter rees o ts, and t asleep. All life seemed to ly For a last dim look at earth and sea.

        transformed into a forest of icicles.

        tended a snoorm. e rus-of-doors to feel t feiny flakes desding. ly, softly from t to try became more and more level. A sno a single landmark e of snorees rising out of it.

        In t sprang up, and ther in furious melee.

        Around t fire    and told merry tales, and frolicked, and quite fot t    of a desolate solitude, s in from all unication side    during t to suc it terror. ters creaked and strained, and trees surrounding ttled a against ted up and dory.

        Oorm t, undulating ic srable drifts lay scattered in every dire.

        Narros. I put on my cloak and    out. tung my cs, side a broad pasture. trees stood motionless and rees, so t t peed even t veils my eyes.

        As ts gradually s before torm came, so t I scarcely felt t once all er. At intervals trees lost t the sun.

        Our favourite amusement during t er obogganing. In places tly from ters edge. Doeep slopes o coast. e    on our toboggan, a boy s, leaping    across its gleaming surface to te bank.    joy!    exing madness! For one     binds us to eart ourselves divine!
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