VI. 



SNOW-COVERED POBEST. 



TRANGELY beautiful 

 was the prospect we 

 looked out upon in 

 the morning from our 

 forest lodging ! Snow 

 had silently fallen 

 during the night, 

 and had flung its 

 fairy mantle far and 

 wide upon the land- 

 scape. For a moment the nearer view engrossed 

 our attention. By our window rose an ivy- 

 mantled Spruce, whose sweeping, pendant,outward 

 branches alone had caught the snow, which hung 

 from them like large, white hands, with fingers 

 spread and pointing downwards. Below it on the 

 right spread and drooped the twisted, picturesque 



