IN THE WHITE WOODS 



1 HE snow came out of the north at 

 a temperature of only twenty degrees 

 above zero, yet, strange to say, for some 

 hours it came damp and froze immedi- 

 ately on every tree-trunk or twig that it 

 struck. The temperature remained the 

 same all day and through the night, but 

 the streak of soft weather somewhere up 

 above which was responsible for the 

 damp snow soon passed away and frozen 

 crystals sifted down that had in them no 

 suspicion of moisture. Yet these tangled 

 tips with those already frozen firmly to 

 the trees, and made a wonderful snow 

 growth the whole woodland through. 

 The next morning it hung there un- 

 touched in the crystal stillness and as the 

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