CHAPTER XIII 

 The Beginnings of Tomorrow 



One born and reared within the 

 tropics, who had spent several years in 

 the North Atlantic states and Canada, 

 once said to me, "The two most beau- 

 tiful sights in all this world are the 

 New England and St. Lawrence River 

 forests after the frost has blended with 

 the vivid greens the brilliant yellows, 

 browns and scarlets of the maples, 

 and — a snowstorm!" 



It is not difficult to understand this 

 viewpoint. The eternal sameness of 

 the southern atmosphere and land- 

 scape must become monotonous. The 

 gorgeous October coloring of our east- 

 ern hills and the wild exhilaration of 

 the snowflakes riding on the winter 

 wind must strike one unfamiliar with 



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