Concord, Mass. Thoreau writes in his journal:
To-day it snows again, covering the ground. To get the value of the storm we must be out a long time and travel far in it, so that it may fairly penetrate our skin, and we be as it were turned inside out to it, and there be no part in us but is wet or weatherbeaten,—so that we become storm men instead of fairweather men . . .
