The Fogs and Mists, brought by northerly Winds in Winter,
appear visible to the naked Eye to be Icicles innumerable, as small
as fine Hairs, and pointed as sharp as Needles. These Icicles lodge
in their Clothes, and if their Faces and Hands are uncover'd,
presently raise Blisters as white as a Linnen Cloth, and as hard as
Horn. Yet if they immediately turn their Back to the Weather, and
can bear a Hand out of the Mitten, and with it rub the blister'd Part
for a small Time, they sometimes bring the Skin to its former State;
if not, they make the best of their Way to a Fire, bathe the Part in
hot Water, and thereby dissipate the Humours raised by the frozen
Air; otherwise the Skin wou'd be off in a short Time, with much hot,
serous, watry Matter, coming from under along with the Skin; and this
happens to some almost every Time they go Abroad, for 5 or 6 Months
in the Winter, so extreme cold is the Air, when the Wind blows any
Thing strong. -- Thus far Captain _Middleton._ And now, my tender
Reader, thou that shudderest when the Wind blows a little at N-West,
and criest, _'Tis extrrrrrream cohohold! 'Tis terrrrrrible cohold!_
what dost thou think of removing to that delightful Country? Or dost
thou not rather chuse to stay in _Pennsylvania_, thanking God that
_He has caused thy Lines to fall in pleasant Places.
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