The deciduous trees in the forest had already turned pale because of the cold nights; the evergreens, still dark-green, stood among them and defied the cold. The violent storm strewed pale leaves all over the road; every autumn brings a good storm to disperse and sow the ripe seed. The slopes were sandy and, wherever they had been burnt off, they were white with white reindeer moss that was growing so thickly that it suppressed the heather. This white moss that decorated the sides of the roads was like ‘Muscus island.escul.’ [Iceland Moss].