along which I went, The woods here was completely snowcovered and the look of the white glare, and the feel of the wind as it blew across it, gave me an unpleasant feeling of winter, that was strangely out of place and disagreeable on a morning like this.
     I went along the slating field, and endeavored to forget the snow while and the same time I tried to keep from falling on the ice. Finally I came to where Cabin-Beech Hollow and Pinehollow unite at the Mine, and where also the wire fence of Pinehollow emerges with the rail of Cabin Beech Hollow. Here is a huge round log rolled up the fence; on it I stood a moment. Across the hollow is a telephone line, and the resounding music of the wires came clearly to my ears as tho they were overhead. The humming of wires almost seems to me to be so mysterious and remote, and to-day as it mingled with the wind rushing thru the leaves of a beech closeby it gave me an overpowering feeling of loneliness. The steady rustling of the wind seemed to be carrying everything with it, and going someplace where I never could, and the hum of the wind shaken wires seemed to taunt me. Suddenly up overhead a Peter-bird began to sing and another across the hollow to answer. The spell of the wind and wires was broken at once - the rustling wind full of new meaning, and the hum