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ND now the last evening of November was come; and Winter, stealing a march on the departing Autumn, let loose, as if in a hurry to begin, his first storm upon the world. Strong winds raged in the Forest, driving the leaves in clouds before them, and snapping and rending the patient, tortured trees. Ink-black clouds scared away the Moon, when she tried to shine; sharp sleet struck the windows of the Woodman's hut, like a myriad of tiny fists; and the blast wailed and moaned about the chimney, like the voice of one in pain.

Max and Thekla heard the uproar, and trembled, as they sat by the fire. Often before had