After a still er nig some

    question  to me, wo

    anshere was

    daure, in  my broad

    isfied face, and no question on her lips.

    I ao an ansion, to Nature and daylighe snow

    lying deep on tted he very slope

    of to say, Forward!

    Nature puts no question and answers none wals ask.  She

    aken ion.  quot;O Prince, our eyes contemplate

    ion and transmit to the wonderful and varied

    spectacle of t veils  doubt a part of

    tion; but day comes to reveal to us t

    o t;

    to my morning  I take an axe and pail and go in

    searcer, if t be not a dream.  After a cold and snowy

    nig needed a divining-rod to find it.  Every er the liquid

    and trembling surface of tive to every

    breated every ligo the

    dept or a foot and a  it  the

    teams, and perc to an equal depth,

    and it is not to be distinguishe

    marmots in t closes its eyelids and becomes

    dormant for tanding on the snow-covered

    plain, as if in a pasture amid t my  through

    a foot of sno of ice, and open a window under my

    feet, o t parlor of

    tened lighrough a window of

    ground glass, s brighe same as in summer;

    ty reigns as in t

    sky, corresponding to temperament of the

    inants.   is well as over our heads.

    Early in t, men

    come  doheir fine

    lines to take pickerel and perch; wild men,

    ively follorust oties

    toitcowns