Algernon Blackwood

Algernon Blackwood

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Portrait of Algernon Blackwood Algernon Blackwood Monsieur Joseph of the Ski

An outline like a pointing finger rises above the edge of the mind. It is a long and slender strip of wood, gracefully curved, narrow and shapely as a woman’s hand, strong as steel, elastic and alive, and running in front to a delicately tapered point that tilts saucily upwards to the sky⁠—and its name is in Norwegian ski, pronounced, significantly enough, she. For an experienced “runner” thinks of his ski as a man may think of his hunter, a sailor of his ship, or perhaps as fondly even as Ernst and Remenyi thought of their loved and priceless old Cremonas.
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Portrait of Algernon Blackwood Algernon Blackwood Monsieur Joseph of the Ski

It is no time just now to write of the exhilarating delights of skiing. The air is still too soft, the sun too warm, the trees too sweetly covered; but, on the other hand, it is the moment to burrow into cupboards and sheds and into the dry lofts above the stables where winter things are put away for safety: to hunt up one’s cumbersome ski-boots and see if they will stand “just one more season”
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Portrait of Algernon Blackwood Algernon Blackwood Monsieur Joseph of the Ski

Then, with his precious freight, he comes back to his mountain village and at the back of his modest shop begins the marvellous process by which he converts these lath-like strips of vegetable fibre into swift engines that shall carry human beings silently, swiftly, easily into the furthest recesses of the mountain valleys that he loves. The spirit of the mighty snow slopes is in his ski.
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