In the winter wonderland sluggishly cutting its snake-like course through the drifts in the valley the stream made miniature avalanches and icebergs 
easily suggestive of the Titans of the north 
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Our Winter in the Happy Valley 
by A. W. Dimock 
“OUPPOSE we stay here all winter!” 
^ I remarked, as I gazed from the 
cabin window upon a snow-laden 
spruce. 
“What, here in the mountains? We 
might be snowed in !” 
“Yes, that’s why,” I replied. 
“But what if we are sick and want a 
doctor?” 
“That’s why, too. If we can’t get a 
doctor we won't be sick.” 
“What will we do for companions ?” 
“You will have—I mean I will have— 
the best there is.” 
“I told you it was time to take in our 
red apples, and now it is too late,” was 
the irrelevant response. 
“This snow is a month ahead of the 
calendar, but let’s have a look at the 
tree.” 
We started for our orchard, wading 
Photographs by Julian A. Dimock 
Winter is chill but alluring 
through the unseasonable snow. The face 
of Nature had changed overnight and the 
dark sides Of the mountain, only half hid¬ 
den 'by the bare'boughs and trunks of the 
forest,-were now of a da-zzling whiteness. 
The -black caverns of the opposite cliff 
were lighted up by snowy masses cling¬ 
ing to its face. A turn in the path opened 
out to ms the hardy little orchard. Our 
steps halted 'and we -Were silent as we 
gazed at oui favorite tree. Its very 
branchlet curved downward with the 
weight of the snow; the larger limbs were 
piled high. As we stood spellbound, the 
late-rising sun lit up scores of rosy- 
cheeked apples resting on their snowy 
couch, while a robin perched upon a white 
twig added his song to the anachronism. 
At sight of us the bird flew away, per¬ 
chance to prepare for his southern flight, 
while the girl at my side following him 
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