Much as I had enjoyed in different climes among the Creator’s works,
I remember that when the first fall of snow came after my arrival, it
seemed to me that I had not witnessed anything abroad so beautiful. I
had not seen snow for two years. I was in the country, and I walked two
hours, enjoying what seemed to me a most charming meteoric phenomenon,
a snow-storm. In deference to custom I took an umbrella with me, and I
felt it proper to open it, but as it hid the falling snow from my view,
I shut it. I wondered if people were unhappy from any cause, who lived
where they could see the snow crystals forming and alighting around
them.
Here let me abruptly close, else I shall more than confirm the general
belief to which the preceding narrative may have given confirmation,
that there is a fatal power in sea-faring experience to amplify
one’s experience beyond due limit. I will only add my thanks to the
benevolent reader for his companionship while attending to this
narration, wishing him, after a prosperous voyage through life, a safe
arrival at his home on high.