lyo WHERE ROLLS/THE OREGON 



broke and swept swirling back to the pinnacle 

 in a million flying shreds, where, rounding again 

 into billows, it was torn into streaming sheets 

 that whipped far down the precipitous walls, 

 winding the summit instantly in another shroud 

 of snow. 



Gale and snow-cloud this morning, where, yes- 

 terday, it was butterflies that were playing over 

 the lofty crater of Mount Hood. 



