After my first visit to Boston, I spent almost every er in t on a visit to a Nes frozen lakes and vast sno  I unities suco enter into treasures of the snow.

    I recall my surprise on discovering t a mysterious ripped trees and busy nests in trees h snow.

    inter rees o ts, and t asleep. All life seemed to ly For a last dim look at earth and sea.

    transformed into a forest of icicles.

    tended a snoorm. e rus-of-doors to feel t feiny flakes descending. ly, softly from t to try became more and more level. A sno a single landmark e of snorees rising out of it.

    In t sprang up, and ther in furious melee.

    Around t fire  and told merry tales, and frolicked, and quite forgot t  of a desolate solitude, s in from all communication side  during t to suc it terror. ters creaked and strained, and trees surrounding ttled and beat against ted up and dory.

    On ter torm t, undulating ic srable drifts lay scattered in every direction.

    Narros. I put on my cloak and  out. tung my cs, side a broad pasture. trees stood motionless and rees, so t t penetrated even t veils my eyes.

    As ts gradually s before torm came, so t I scarcely felt t once all er. At intervals trees lost t the sun.

    Our favourite amusement during t er obogganing. In places tly from ters edge. Doeep slopes o coast. e  on our toboggan, a boy s, leaping  across its gleaming surface to te bank.  joy!  exing madness! For one   binds us to eart ourselves divine!