Two Little Finns by Mary E. Ropes

SUMMER had passed; autumn too, with its crisp, frosty nights and / sunshiny days, and its forest foliage glowing with a glory of crimson / and gold, the dress put on by all the trees save the solemn pines and / firs, which still kept to the sombre hues of their evergreen.

Yes, winter had come; not as it comes here, with an occasional short / spell of frost and fall of snow alternating with south-west winds and / rain, but stern, white, and still, with unbreaking frost, and trees / ghost-clad, and grand, polished, gleaming snow-roads, over which the / Finnish sledge-carts glided smoothly, the bells on the horses tinkling / bravely.