St Nicholas [serial] . m%mm AT THE DOOK OF THE HUT. The rain fell without abatement for thirty-sixhours, and our tents swayed to and fro in thewind, threatening to collapse each moment, despitethe strong ropes that guyed them to the pines underwhich they were pitched. We were so wet andcold that the saucy-looking chipmunk, which occa-sionally peeped and winked at us from the hollow the tent, I felt that it was heavy, and heardit crackle, and when I looked outside, the wholecountry was transformed ; the surrounding mount-ains and the valley—that had been blue, purple,and green—were covered with
St Nicholas [serial] . m%mm AT THE DOOK OF THE HUT. The rain fell without abatement for thirty-sixhours, and our tents swayed to and fro in thewind, threatening to collapse each moment, despitethe strong ropes that guyed them to the pines underwhich they were pitched. We were so wet andcold that the saucy-looking chipmunk, which occa-sionally peeped and winked at us from the hollow the tent, I felt that it was heavy, and heardit crackle, and when I looked outside, the wholecountry was transformed ; the surrounding mount-ains and the valley—that had been blue, purple,and green—were covered with white; the greatpines and firs resembled solid cones of snow ; ourpack-mules, with tails turned to the wind and 794 CAUGHT BY THE SNOW. [October, j drooping heads, were the. picture of misery, andthere we were—snowed-in. The storm mightcontinue for days—even for weeks. When oncethe snow begins in the sierras of California andNevada, there is no telling when it will stop; itpiles itself up in the valleys to a h
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