WINTER 



whole landscape was transformed with 

 a mantle of white, and as the storm 

 continued, even the trees of the woods 

 became coated with the swan-soft vest- 

 ment of Winter. 



Night settled upon the woods and all 

 sounds became muflfled by the falling 

 snow. When morning lifted her gray 

 bars in the east and gradually fringed 

 the snowy clouds with rose and mauve, 

 a new world appeared, all white and 

 clean and peaceful. If one would look 

 upon the Winter as the season of sleep, 

 when old Mother Nature tucks all her 

 children 'neath the white, protective 

 blanket of the snow, and then sends 

 Old Sol around betimes to see that all 

 her children are asleep, we would have 

 a much truer conception of the season 

 of the snows. 



Winter had laid her first ermine robe 

 upon the woods with gentle hand. Each 

 stump was crowned with white, as was 

 each log and root, and all the limbs 

 held a thick, soft layer, as yet undis- 

 turbed by even the gentlest breeze. 

 The faded russet leaves of the young 

 beeches, still clinging to the trees, were 

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