wet snow, that seemed a cross between ice and snow – that is, the snow had been rained so much on and had melted so fast, that tiny sugary ice cubes had formed.  In it I cleaned my muddy foot to a nicety.  Crossing the fence, I came to the higher pasture field, which I crossed, going ever up hill, until I came to another fence – a rail fence, where I sat down a moment.
     This fence was one of those kind that seem so easily adapted to seats.  All kinds of beautiful grey and silvery green lichens filled in the crevices, giving it a rustic and aged look.  What delightful things are these rail fences!  They do not seem to be the handiwork of man, but a creation of nature, so well do they accord with all that is woodsy and wild.  As they wind over the fields, up and don hill, and thru woods seeming to have been erected in an uncertain haphazard fashion, they seem like some creature.  Birds and other wild creatures have adapted themselves to them, and build in them as readily as in trees or bushes.    
     How stiff and mechanical the wire fences seem, which by reason of their greater efficiency are crowding out the