WILDWOOD WAYS 



woodland people waked they might well 

 have rubbed their eyes, for they had 

 found a new world. 



It was a mystical white world that had 

 crowded in and mocked the slender growth 

 of all trees and shrubs with swollen fac- 

 similes in white. The northerly side of 

 tree-trunks, large or small, showed no 

 longer gray bark or brown, rough or 

 smooth. Instead, fluffy white boles rose 

 from the white ground and divided into 

 white limbs, which separated again into 

 mighty twigs of white. The dark out- 

 lines of bare trees, the delicate tracery 

 of gray and black that massed day be- 

 fore yesterday in the exquisite dark shades 

 of the winter woods, existed only as a 

 faint definition of the world of white- 

 ness which had descended upon us in a 

 night. 



Upon each shrub and tree had grown 

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