The Bluff
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In the morning the gale had died down a little and I then saw what I never expect to see again. The bluff, for yards back from its edge, was sheathed in ice - every blade and spear of grass stood up round and stiff in its coating of ice. The smaller bushes were so heavily laden that most of them were bent to the ground, and twigs no larger than a small pencil were covered with ice often over three inches in diameter. The larger trees were coated on the windward side with ice three and four inches thick for about ten feet above their roots. The surface of the cliffs was so sheathed with the creamy armor that not a rock was to be seen. Creamy? Yes, for that was the most startling part of it. All the ice was a light cream color, caused, I suppose, by the muddy water after our recent thaw and rain.
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