COUKSE OF MIGRATION IN HELIGOLAND 



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the impression of a waterfall with hundreds of branches, cast, as by 

 some sudden spell, into icy stiffness. 



Many solitary excursions, made at late hours in the afternoon, 

 amid scenes such as these, while the great snowflakes were slowly 

 and silently falling from the darkening sky above, recalled to 

 memory that early, active sportsman's life which forms the object 

 of my most frequent and powerful yearnings. 



