When the ice is covered with snow, I do not suspect the wealth under my feet; that there is as good as a mine under me wherever I go.
How many pickerel are poised on easy fin fathoms below the loaded wain!
The revolution of the seasons must be a curious phenomenon to them.
At length the sun and wind brush aside their curtain, and they see the heavens again.
- Henry David Thoreau
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