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*These looked like ripe cotton, filled as they were with a large lump of flaky snow.

only with snow.  Hoar frost had also been called upon to
assist, and most grandly had he done his work.  The most delicate
spray of the trees were clothed with the pretty feathery crystals
of his handiwork.  It was, he, too, that had decorated the
<s>grasses</s> shrubs, the dried up dead stalks of last year's annuals,
the golden-rods, the bonesets, the wild carrot,* etc, etc, even the
dried grasses, nothing, be it ever so fine and delicate, escaped
him.  As we were anxious to see as much of the river as
possibly [possible] we decided to enter Mr. C.'s.  The avenue, here, <s>of</s> with its
double row of Maples so racefully decorated looked superb.
"What a pity", I said to Mr. F. "that you did not bring the camera as you
had contemplated" Mr. F, therefore, showed us a pretty Kodak, that 
he borrowed for the ocassion.  It was loaded with a dozen films
and he had beside 3 more cartridges each containing a dozen films.
A little cottage on the right side of the avenue was first taken, and
then the avenue itself.  At every step we took, beautiful scenes pressed
themselves upon us, and it was with difficulty that we tore ourselves
away from them and moved forward.  The wild  grasses with their
pretty delicate crystals glistening in the sunlight, I think, looked
prettiest of all.  As one looked through the feathery panicles, a crystal
        