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east windows. But boreas and his attendants are so effect- 
ually boughed and banked out, that his music as it reaches us 
even in its loudest long strain is only to us, in our warm 
camp and quiet dreams, the wildwood lullaby, over and over 
again. Looking out one morning and finding two feet of 
the pure white snow pretty evenly distributed all about us, in 
spite of the wind, the last two or three inches upon the top 
mostly hail, the weather now moderating and raining softly, 
we exclaim, ‘‘now for the snow-shoes,” for only a slight 
rain and a still cold night is needed to enable us upon the 
snow-shoes, to step away with long strides and springy steps, 
over the down trees, logs, underbrush and tangle, either over 
the ridges or through the swamps. 
Not just yet awhile, for the rain holds out as well as 
did the snow, and after it has, with the warm air, taken it 
nearly away, then comes the cold weather and freezes the 
balance, making another crusty, crunching bottom, not fit for 
tracking on account of the crackling sounds beneath your feet. 
A few days of pleasant weather, not warm enough to melt 
away this old crust however, and in the afternoon we note the 
wind is east at times, when just at night comes the welcome 
snow. In the morning we have three or four inches, as 
light as feathers, and if it would remain like this, it would be 
splendid still hunting, for this very soon softens the crusty 
bottom and you can creep along without noisy steps and their 
echoes, which if you hasten, gives out an almost constant 
roaring sound, to notify all within hearing of your approach. 
But it is yet snowing in the morning at times. The bushes 
and boughs are again loaded, and the air is growing thick and 
heavy, yet we start out thinking it a pretty good day after all 
for business with a buck, for the snow, while falling much 
