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Seen from the north, there is no greenness in the 

 pines, and the character of the tree is changed. The 

 willows along the edge of the river look like sedge 

 in meadows. The sky is overcast, and a fine snowy 

 hail and rain is falling, and these ghost-like trees 

 make a scenery which reminds you of Spitzbergen. 

 I see now the beauty of the causeway, by the bridge 

 alders below swelling into the road, overtopped by 

 willows and maples. The fine grasses and shrubs in 

 the meadow rise to meet and mingle with the droop- 

 ing willows, and the whole make an indistinct impres- 

 sion like a mist, and between this the road runs 

 toward those white ice-clad ghostly or fairy trees in 

 the distance, — toward spirit-land. 



Journal, iv, 436-38. 



