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only safety &quot; ; and they shouted to the dogs 

 and set them racing down the hill. 



And all the time there was running in my 

 mind the words from the Bible, &quot; A little 

 cloud, no greater than a man s hand.&quot; It 

 seemed a very little thing, that small grey 

 bank of cloud, but the drivers knew it ; and 

 when I looked again, after the breathless race 

 down the steep slope to the ice, I saw a great 

 grey wall come tearing along to meet us. In 

 a few minutes it was upon us, a biting, freezing 

 tempest of icy snow. 



I sat with my back to the wind, for I dared 

 not face it ; and every time I turned to look 

 I saw the same sight ; a whirling wall of snow 

 all around us, a sight to turn one dizzy, with 

 a [line stretching away to where the dogs 

 were pulling, lost to sight in the drift, and two 

 brave frosted figures, clinging to the sled and 

 running with heads down, guiding our way 

 in spite of the storm. There was no landmark 

 to guide them, everything was blotted out ; 

 no voice or sound could make itself heard 

 above the awful roar. 



How the men found their way I do not 

 know, but suddenly we went bumping up a 

 bank and left the storm behind us. In another 

 minute we heard the howling of dogs, and when 

 the sled went grinding over a patch of wood- 



