EXPLORATIONS AMONG THE WHITE MOUNTAINS. 



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8 p. M. No abatement in the storm yet. Blow, blow! I like it; it is like a roar of 

 thunder all the time. 



Fig. II. MEASURING THE WIND. 



Velocity S8 miles per hour. 



10:30 P. m. Still continues. Wind howls now like ten thousand fiends let loose 

 from the infernal regions. 



February 19. Well, the storm has spent its fury at last. The wild, deafening roar 

 has died away, but occasional gusts sweep along, sighing with a low moan, the last 

 dying throes of the wild, terrifying hurricane. It began to abate last midnight. Would 

 like to have the clouds lift a few minutes, to see how it served people down on earth. 

 Huntington has gone down, and when he comes back he will report. 



It takes a blow from the south-east to get up a storm and to keep it going. It also 

 takes a blow from the north-west, up in this altitude, a mile above the ocean, to clear it 

 off. It is cold to-day. 



This afternoon we got frost clouds, "clouds made up of minute particles of ice, 

 said to bring death to any one caught in them." That story is a myth. [See page 

 86.] We found them as harmless as a summer vapor. 



February 20. Thermometer 14 below ; clear and pleasant. Looked away to the 

 south-east, and saw the ocean. Walked down to the ravine ; got a fall, and slid down 

 a hundred feet ; brought up in a snow-bank ; was frightened, but not hurt a bit. Hack- 

 matacks are buried in snow. Wind has changed to south-east again ; another storm is 

 on the stocks. 



2. p. m. It is blowing again, it roars again, it howls again. I thought the wind 



