Ghost of the glacier and other tales . fighting line. Each morning wepresented a solid front. We laughed at the feebleness of theSouth Wind. We strove to think that we were the days passed we advanced with greater losses increased steadily. We began to fear for our position, and tomake it more se-cure we dug deeperinto the earth andthrew up ahead ofus mighty breast-works of rocks andstones. Each daythe fight grew fierc-er. The SouthWind threw itslances against us insolid masses duringall the hours of light. Our front was bruisedand battered. The life-blood of our
Ghost of the glacier and other tales . fighting line. Each morning wepresented a solid front. We laughed at the feebleness of theSouth Wind. We strove to think that we were the days passed we advanced with greater losses increased steadily. We began to fear for our position, and tomake it more se-cure we dug deeperinto the earth andthrew up ahead ofus mighty breast-works of rocks andstones. Each daythe fight grew fierc-er. The SouthWind threw itslances against us insolid masses duringall the hours of light. Our front was bruisedand battered. The life-blood of our slainflowed in rivers. We were sorely pressedby a single foe, and now the Sun, too, wasgiving evidence of joining with the South Wmd. Thisprobable alliance troubled us. Still we pushed on not disheartened. Had we notunnumbered legions ever coming down from the north !Were we not making steady progress ! Had we eer lostin battle ! We had advanced so that our center rested atthe edge of one of the prettiest lakes in all the world which.
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