I quickly threw the blankets
over the horses' backs, dropped the traces, took the bits
out of their mouths, and slipped the feed-bags over their
heads. I looked at my watch, for it was my custom to let
them eat for just ten minutes, then to hook them up again
and walk them for another ten before trotting. I had
found that that refreshed them enough to make the remainder
of the trip in excellent shape.
While I was waiting, I stood between the wheels of the
buggy, leaning against the box and staring into the light.
It was with something akin to a start that I realized
the direction from which the fog rolled by: it came from
the south! I had, of course, seen that already, but it
had so far not entered my consciousness as a definite
observation. It was this fact that later set me to thinking
about the origin of the fog along the lines which I have
indicated above. Again I marvelled at the density of the
mist which somehow seemed greater while we were standing
than while we were driving. I had repeatedly been in the
clouds, on mountainsides, but they seemed light and thin
as compared with this. Finland, Northern Sweden, Canada
--no other country which I knew had anything resembling
it.
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