CHAPTER VI 



The Uplands in Winter 



''Around the glistening wonder bent 

 The blue walls of the firmament. 

 No cloud above, no earth below, — 

 A universe of sky and snowP' 



— Whittier 

 ''Hast thou entered into the treasures of the snow?'' 



Job, XXXVll, 22 



WHETHER careful statistics would 

 confirm my observation or not I do 

 not know, but it has often seemed to 

 me to be a fact that weather has a habit of re- 

 peating itself at intervals of a week. This was 

 certainly the case in the early months of the year 

 1920. Every Saturday for eight or nine times in 

 succession, there was a snow-storm, and as that 

 was the day I went to Ipswich for the week-end, 

 my friends offered me sympathy. Inwardly I re- 

 joiced in great measure, for not only were my 



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