The white clouds would roll up, looking like huge snow balls, encircled with living fires.

The earth and hills and trees were covered with snow, and the lightnings seemed to be playing "King, King Canico" along its crusted surface.

If it thundered at all, it seemed to be between a groaning and a rumbling sound.

The trees and hills seemed white with livid fire.

I can remember that storm now as the grandest picture that has ever made any impression on my memory.