i8 Winter Marvels [SECOND WEEK 



will tell you that they are snow-fleas which are snowed 

 down with the flakes; the entomologist will call them 

 Achorutes nivicola and he knows that they have prosaically 

 wiggled their way from the crevices of bark on the nearest 

 tree-trunk. One's thrill of pleasure at this unexpected 

 discovery will lead one to adopt sparrow-views whenever 

 larger game is lacking. 



I walked erstwhile upon thy frozen waves, 



And heard the streams amid thy ice-locked caves; 



I peered down thy crevasses blue and dim, 



Standing in awe upon the dizzy rim. 



Beyond me lay the inlet still and blue, 



Behind, the mountains loomed upon the view 



Like storm-wraiths gathered from the low-hung sky. 



A gust of wind swept past with heavy sigh, 



And lo! I listened to the ice-stream's song 



Of winter when the nights grow dark and long, 



And bright stars flash above thy fields of snow, 



The cold waste sparkling in the pallid glow. 



CHARLES KEELER. 



TWIN CRYSTALS. 



