OUR COUNTRY LIFE 



sertions of white is dazzlingly bright against the snow; 

 with his bayadere-striped tail, his black collar, and his 

 haughty crest, he certainly cuts a dashing figure. 



As the sun climbs higher the blueness of the snow 

 remains in the long shadows, but the rest of the world 

 has turned to rose. Each moment brings a different 

 gradation of color. One cannot say more lovely, when 

 all is so enchanting. Now the whole earth is spar- 

 kling with diamond dust. Of what use are words? 



The temptation to gather a few of these snow ef- 

 fects is irresistible, and I sally forth with my kodak. 

 In order to enjoy walking in the snow or rain a woman 

 must have a special costume, so I have evolved one 

 consisting of a very short skirt, high leggings, and old- 

 fashioned "Arctic" overshoes; adding a long fur coat, 

 a woolen hood, and gloves, I am absolutely protected 

 and comfortable even with the thermometer below 

 zero. Now I am free to tramp in the deepest drifts. 

 How delicious this freedom, no one but an emancipated 

 victim of fashion's whims can appreciate! 



Not all the pleasure of kodaking consists in snap- 



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