My Boyhood and Youth 



Look straight up to the crown where the folds 

 are gathered. Hush and wonder and adore, 

 for surely this is the clothing of the Lord Him- 

 self, and perhaps He will even now appear 

 looking down from his high heaven." This 

 celestial show was far more glorious than any- 

 thing we had ever yet beheld, and throughout 



that wonderful winter hardly anything else 



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was spoken of. 



We even enjoyed the snowstorms, the throng- 

 ing crystals, like daisies, coming down separate 

 and distinct, were very different from the 

 tufted flakes we enjoyed so much in Scotland, 

 when we ran into the midst of the slow-falling 

 feathery throng shouting with enthusiasm: 

 "Jennie 's plucking her doos ! Jennie 's plucking 

 her doos (doves)!" 



Nature has many ways of thinning and prun- 

 ing and trimming her forests, lightning- 

 strokes, heavy snow, and storm-winds to shat- 

 ter and blow down whole trees here and there 

 or break off branches as required. The results 

 of these methods I have observed in different 

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