The 20th of November first brought us signs of winter. Tissiack was compassed by a soft, furry cloud, upon which her dome seemed to repose clear and warm in yellow light. Rain and snow fell steadily for three days, beginning November 24th, giving about four feet of snow to the valley rim. The snow line descended to the bottom of the valley on the night of November 25th, but after-rains prevented any considerable accumulation. Then the rocks began to fall.
Constant thunder proclaims the magnitude of accomplished work.
We ran repeatedly from the house to hear the larger masses journeying down with a tread that shook the valley. Thin strips of sunshine slid through momentary seams that were quickly blinded out. The darkness deepened for hours, until every separating shade and line were dimmed to equal black, and all the bright air of our gulf was sponged up, and fastened windless and pulseless in universal cloud. We'll have a regular old-fashioned storm afore long. Scarce had he delivered himself of this meteorological prophecy, ere the beginning flakes appeared, journeying tranquilly down with waving, slow-circling gestures, easy and confident as if long familiar with the paths of sky.