Snow. Everywhere. As far as the eye could reach-fifty miles, looking southward from the highest white peak, -filling ravines and gulches, and dropping from the walls of ca ons in white shroud-like drifts, fashioning the dividing ridge into the likeness of a monstrous grave, hiding the bases of giant pines, and completely covering young trees and larches, rimming with porcelain the bowl-like edges of still, cold lakes, and undulating in motionless...
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