CHOCORUA IN NOVEMBER. 201 
contributed to the serene glow which filled the 
sky and fell softly upon the sleeping earth. 
There is nothing in nature any whiter than 
snow, and as the peak and bare upper ledges of 
Chocorua were covered by an almost unbroken 
envelope of snow, no alpine horn ever gleamed 
with a ffiirer light than that which shone from 
Chocorua’s summit. Paugus, Passaconaway, 
and Whiteface are usually dark by contrast to 
Chocorua, even in midwinter. To my surprise 
they were almost as white as the marble lion 
itself. Their spruces were coated with snow, 
which had frozen in masses to the needles, effec¬ 
tually covering the dark green by a gleaming 
surface of white. 
As the sun neared the horizon, a faint rosy 
glow came into the western sky. Then it 
touched the snowy peaks, leaving them pale 
salmon color. Finally it crept down the moun¬ 
tain slopes, changing the silvery gray of the 
leafless forest masses into ashes-of-rose color, 
delightful to the eye. 
It was a winter landscape, yet as the sun 
climbed higher into the cloudless sky, the soft 
still air was caressing in its warm touch upon 
the cheek. I looked curiously at the thermo¬ 
meter, not knowing whether it would say 25° 
or 60°. It stood at 30°, a temperature which, 
with a Boston east wind and a rainstorm, is 
