Original Paragraph:
Day had broken cold and gray, exceedingly cold and gray, when the man turned aside from the main Yukon trail and climbed the high earth-bank, where a dim and little traveled tail led eastward through the fat spruce timberland. It was a steep bank, and he paused for breath at the top, excusing the act to himself by looking at his watch. It was nine o'clock. There was no sun nor hint of sun, though there was not a cloud in the sky. It was a clear day, and yet there seemed an intangible pall over the face of things, a subtle gloom that made the day dark, and that was due to the absence of sun.
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This paragraph reminded me somewhat of Oregon. We have days where there is no clouds or sun at all. It usually tends to be especially chilly on those types of days. Even the trees and terrain that London describes reminds me of parts of Oregon. All of the trees and the trail through them reminds me of when I go deer hunting with my dad. During those days it's usually cold enough to make you shiver, but not cold enough that a coat can't fix it.
