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FARTHEST NORTH 



is Christmas without snow, thickly falHng snow? We 

 have not had one snowfall all the time we have been 

 driftino;. The hard orrains that come down now and 

 again are nothing. Oh the beautiful white snow, falling 

 so gently and silently, softening every hard outline with 

 its sheltering purity! There is nothing more deliciously 

 restful, soft, and white. This snowless ice -plain is like 



A NOCTURNAL VISITANT 



{By H. Egidins, front a Photograph) 



a life without love — nothing to soften it. The marks of 

 all the battles and pressures of the ice stand forth just 

 as when they were made, rugged and difficult to move 



