ice, over which the snow swept in rapid streaks.  Shrieking around corners, and sweeping across open places came the wind, whirling the fallen snow up in the air in blinding cloud to make the storm seem twice as bad.
     Everyone is complaining about it. “Is it cold enough for you?” (most common) “This is the worst yet”;”I hoped we wouldn’t have any more of it”  “Hope it don’t last long” etc, are among the common deprecatory remarks.  I love it; I love and blizzard more than a calm cold winter day.  I love nature in her wildest mood.  A blizzard, a windy day, or a thunderstorm of all of them I love.  To experience any one of them is a veritable house cleaning of the mind; some of the dash and spirit of the wind enters into us; on such days we could conquer the world were it necessary.  Perhaps a calm quiet day has the same effect on someone else.  For me, let me have a wild rugged sky, an icy wind, and some snow, and I am content.
     What would I not give to be out in the woods on days like this!  The roaring of the wind thru