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ColdwinterlaydeepintheCanadianwilderness.Overitthemoonwasrising,likearedpulsatingball,lightingupthevastwhitesilenceofthenightinashimmeringglow.Notasoundbrokethestillnessofthedesolation.Itwastoolateforthelifeofday,tooearlyforthenocturnalroamingsandvoicesofthecreaturesofthenight.Likethebasinofagreatamphitheaterthefrozenlakelayrevealedinthelightofthemoonandabillionstars.Beyonditrosethespruceforest,blackandforbidding.Alongitsneareredgesstoodhushedwallsoftamarack,bowedinthesmotheringclutchofsnowandice,shutinbyimpenetrablegloom.Ahugewhiteowlflittedoutofthisrimofblackness,thenbackagain,anditsfirstquaveringhootcamesoftly,asthoughthemystichourofsilencehadnotyetpassedforthenight-folk.Thesnowofthedayhadceased,hardlyabreathofairstirredtheice-coatedtwigsofthetrees.Yetitwasbittercold-socoldthataman,remainingmotionless,wouldhavefrozentodeathwithinanhour. |
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