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telling the same story. Just beyond Boost Cot- 

 tage the wind carried the snow particles and so 

 dropped them that they lay in a great pile of al- 

 most perfect shaping. Back of the schoolhouse 

 and sheds the frolicking snow was given a resting 

 place that grew into a lone parapet, its crest ten 

 feet from the ground, Down in the field in fall 

 sight from my study window I notice a long line 

 of drifts that show the curves and moldings of 

 most styles of architecture. How does the wind 

 in its careless way throw the snow together, 

 shaping so many beautiful things? All my life I 

 have seen and known of the work, but someway 

 do not fathom the mystery much more than I did 

 at first. " Fulfilling somebody's will " — long ago 

 that was a discovery made by man, and the par- 

 son hears and heeds. 



The advent of the snow has been a revelation to 

 the foxes. I am not sure that they like the snow 

 and cold ; still, as far as I can see, that is the 

 impression they give me. While the ground is 

 bare I rarely see one of them, and when I do he 

 seems to be away from home. To be seen as well 

 as to see seems to be an important element in 

 Mr. Pox's character, and the broad snow carpet 



