Photograph by A. B. Wilse 



A FROSTY MORNING ON THE OPEN ROAD 

 What Spanish moss is to the trees of the far South, the frosty touch of winter is to the roadside 

 trees of the colder North. Shiny trails which bright steel runners make and hard pressed lumps of 

 snow, thrown from the flying feet of man's best friend, mark the journey past such lovely scenes to 

 warmth and comfort by the blazing fire within the home. 



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