I weathered some merry snow-storms, and spent some cheerful

winter evenings by my fireside, while the snow whirled wildly

without, and even the hooting of the owl was hushed. For many weeks

I met no one in my walks but those who came occasionally to cut wood

and sled it to the village. The elements, however, abetted me in

making a path through the deepest snow in the woods, for when I had

once gone through the wind blew the oak leaves into my tracks, where

they lodged, and by absorbing the rays of the sun melted the snow,

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