Maine as a Winter Resort

Closing paragraph: Our sun is as bright as theirs; our skies as blue, our snow as clean and pure, our hills as steep, our air as rich in ozone and in life. Yes, our winter in Maine is as wondrous in beauty as that of the Alps or of Norway. We have the winter; we have always had it; we always will have it. The day will never come to Maine when, from Christmas almost to Easter, there will not be the crisp frosty dawns, so familiar to all of us, when the sled runners cry aloud as they pass down the road. There is nothing else in all the world so beautiful as a mid-winter day in Maine, with its dawn full of protest, its noon blazing in the sunlight, its sunset golden on the gleaming western hills, and its nights, with the snows glistening to the moon, and the pathway of the old country road stretching from your feet away into glory. This is the land of all the best of the white gods of winter. It is for us to appreciate it; to foster it; to spread about the truth concerning its health-giving properties; to convert its ancient liability and loss not only into a present asset but an increasing gain; to help it build up and invigorate new races of men and women, who shall stir and energize mankind. We must learn to love winter, talk of its beauties when we are at home or abroad, to describe truthfully its poetry and its loveliness. Then, with big and beautiful hotels, with civic sports and other increasing devotion to outdoor life, we shall see winter do its proper share towards enriching us commercially, as well as physically and spiritually .https://digicom.bpl.lib.me.us/books_pubs/1102/thumbnail.jp