The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1922-01-29
BY BeuLah Rector

THAT furry Of snow whirling on hard city
streets-what a spell It wrought! AsK
BY magic, brick and stone blocks were sv.pt
from sight, trolley cars were blotted out.
the noise Of men and machines was hushed.
was lost. Transported BY my imaEinatton
1 stood at q break in the hemlocks on IN.
edge Of a Canadian lake buried in whit.
that stretched tranquil, Nspotless, to du.ky
wooded shores. There were great fires and
good companions, there was the keen ...+
Of dry, sparkling winter air, stately woo6,
and colortul skies. 1 relived that mom.r.
Of elation that brings with It n tuv ~
power and leaves the heart Epacious II
reminded me Of one vivid August sft.rnoo,
when l stood a-tiptoe on a hixh hill and
summer winds blew around. Il va, Hks
the spice and eoolness Of October vood,
through which I have Ealloped on hor..-
back. 1t sounded like the organ roll ono.
heard in a dim cathedral.
forgot my errands that mornin1 .ra
went home with hands that were embty
but with mind very full. Those snowflake,
had been my undoinE
But one way, for me who desired "th.
ereak Of mowshoe on the crust" tn. -Four
Way Lodge" stood open and It was time
to 90, go, 60 away from here" One nixbt
short time later followed the porter
down an aisle of drawn sleeper curtains
and found myself standing by my bags and
two fellow passengers on the platform Of
4 wilderness station. Fine snow fell acros,
faint moon and the air was fresh and
full.
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realized that into the darkness had zone
the train that brought me, and had
nothing else to do but follow my baggage,
the mother and SON who are already on their
way, to the waiting room. Inside. II IN
too dark to read and I waited till morning
and made surmises as to who and WHITTIER
bound were those shadowy figures in the
dim corners whose outstretched feet, dressed
In the oil packs of the winter woodsman,
we're the sole evidence of faces not seen.
-Four hours later another train drew IN
and 1 was glad to add variety to the journey
By climbing aboard. Occasionally,
Elimpsed a house half hidden in the snow
and road that has known but little travel.
I passed woods aplenty and frozen lakes
at whose margins tall spruces and cedars
lifted their branches
Finally, the station the brakeman called
was mine. Outside, a knot Of fur capped
and moccastned men waited the several in
terests the train bore. A number stepped
forward to claim either their friends or
their freight. An erect, tail man with
rudy color, suggesting health and outdoors,
Immediately took possession Of the mother
and son, my travelling mates for the past
dozen hours. He announced good naturedly
but condemningly as he scanned our jadei
THO, That's the way they all look when
they comet
"NHEN they come" Well, at least that
w holds out some hope. Maybe even he
vas not as handsome when he arrived.
Cracking fires and comfort greeted me
at the hotel. Longer established quests
glanced from their papers in kindly ap-
praisal as I entered. What IL this new
conner worth on the tramp, at bridge?
At the front the windows give on Cache
Lake, level with snow. bound with dark.
snow -drifted trees. At the rear are the
nearer and therefore Ereener woods, mantled
with snow. Charming views combined
with open plumbins'' nod approval, and
down the corridor with my bags.
With alacrity and whole hearted abandon,
city hats and coats are thrust on hooks and
top shelves and out come those thinks Of
wool % carefully purchased from year to
year at season end sales and laid away for
this long dreamed fortnight where the moth
does not corrupt. Sweaters. knickers,
WOODEN stockings Of ray borde- bright