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of the river. We saw it under very different circum- 

 stances. The strong wind was driving the fine drifted 

 snow in clouds down the pass, and everything was 

 wrapped in haze. A thin band of open water rippled 

 black as we passed by. The scene was fine and 

 constantly changing, and reminded me very much of 

 the Iron Gates on the Danube. 



During the rest of the journey we had no more 

 anxiety on the score of weather. Once or twice the 

 south wind overtook us again, but we had at length 

 reached a latitude in which we could afford to laugh at 

 our old enemy. Whatever attempts he made to stop us 

 with rain only ended in snow, and we found that a thin 

 sprinkling of snow on the hard crust of the road was 

 rather advantageous to rapid travelling than otherwise. 

 It was like oil to the runners of our sledge. 



SAMOYEDE SNOW SI'ECTACLES 



