Outing . d I toiled on till I felt that anothermile would cook me for once and when a halt seemed worth the risk,we stumbled into an opening of somekind, which I guessed must be the wind almost knocked me down ; Iwas lost in a driving blur of white, tilla voice shrieked almost in my ear : Here she is, Canady, an we made herbout soon enough ! A few moments later the fire wassnapping, and we had got rid of ourextra snow. Then we had a steaminggrog to the welfare of all good men andtrue, and, as Lewis said, specially tothe boy, who, Ill bet, is denned uptightern a winter bear.
Outing . d I toiled on till I felt that anothermile would cook me for once and when a halt seemed worth the risk,we stumbled into an opening of somekind, which I guessed must be the wind almost knocked me down ; Iwas lost in a driving blur of white, tilla voice shrieked almost in my ear : Here she is, Canady, an we made herbout soon enough ! A few moments later the fire wassnapping, and we had got rid of ourextra snow. Then we had a steaminggrog to the welfare of all good men andtrue, and, as Lewis said, specially tothe boy, who, Ill bet, is denned uptightern a winter bear. That night we had the best feed Lewiscould prepare, and while he workedabout the stove, I skinned the prizes. If hands were a trifle smelly, that factdid not spoil Lewiss Christmas on, when the wind had almostdied away in a biting midnight, the oldman brewed a last tin of hot stuff, andsleepily remarked : Wish the boy washere ; hed like puttin his nose into , merry Christmas to you !. Painted by H. Sandham. BREAKING THE TRAIL Engraved by DalzieL
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