In fact, it was another dismal night for us; we hitched up at daybreak, and after a fearfully rough drive over bare logs and stones, and several breakages of harness, we reached the old Squire's, thoroughly tired out, at four o'clock in the afternoon.
The girls, however, were delighted with our lofty load of witches' brooms.

In truth, it was rather picturesque, so many of those great gray bunches of intermeshed twigs, ensconced amid the green fir boughs that we had cut with them.

A hall or a church would look odd indeed thus decorated.
Cheered by a good supper, we made ready to start for Portland the next morning.

During the night, however, the weather changed.

By daybreak on the twenty-third considerable snow had fallen, and we were able to travel this time on snow again.