Excerpt from The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
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a dark spruce forced frowned on either side of the frozen waterway. The trees have been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seem to lean toward each other, black and ominous. In the fading light, vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless without movement, so loan and cold that the spirit of it was not even that of sadness. There was a hint in it, of laughter, but of a laughter more terrible than any sadness. Ah, laughter that was mirthless is the smile of the sphinx. A laughter cold is the frost and partaking of the grimness of infallibility. It was the master, fallen in communicable wisdom of eternity, laughing at the futility of life in the effort of life. It was the wild, savage, frozen hearted Northland wild, But there was life abroad in the land and defiant. Down the frozen waterway toiled a string of wolfish dogs that bristly fur was rimmed with frost. There, breath froze in the areas that left their mouth spouting forth and spoons of vapor that settled upon the hair of their bodies, informed into crystals of frost, leather harness was on the dogs and leather traces attached to a sled, which dragged along behind. The sled was without runners. It was made of stout birch bark, and its full surface rested on the snow. The front end of the sled was turned up like a scroll in order to force down and under the boar of soft snow that surged like a wave before it. On the sled, securely lashed was a long and narrow oblong box. There were other things on the sled blankets, an axe and a coffee pot frying pan. But prominent, occupying most of space was a long and narrow oblong box in advance of the dogs on wide snowshoes toiled. A man at the rear of the sled toiled a second man on the sled. In the box lay 1/3 man whose toil was over, a man whom the Wild had conquered and beaten down until he would never move no struggle again. It is not the way of the wild toe like movement. Life is an offense to it, for life is movement, and the wild aims always to destroy movement. It freezes the water to prevent it running to the sea. It drives the sap out of the trees till they are frozen to their mighty hearts. And most ferociously and terribly of all, does the wild Harry and crush into submission man man who is the most restless of life ever in revolt against the dictum that all movement must in the end come to the cessation of movement.