HE snow had come, and with 
it a Christmas hoh'day. For 
weeks 1 had looked longingly 
out of college windows as the first 
tracking-snows came sifting down, 
my thoughts turning from books and 
the problems of human wisdom to 
the winter woods, with their wide 
white pages written all over by the 
feet of wild things. Then the sun 
would shine again, and I knew that 
the records were washed clean and 
