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be guided by the pine saplings. Presently he re- 

 turned and reported that he could not see from one 

 sapling to the next one, and that we would be sure 

 to get into trouble if we attempted to go ahead. 

 If team or wagon got off the beaten track, the 

 wagon would turn over, carry the team and outfit 

 with it, and horses, passengers and all would be 

 tangled up together in eight or ten feet of loose 

 snow. Even should no one be hurt, it might be 

 10 o'clock the next day before help could reach us. 

 To the two passengers who had only two legs be- 

 tween them, this was not a pleasant prospect. The 

 temperature was 1 5 degrees below zero, and I was 

 inclined to side with the driver and return to the 

 road ranch. Fortunately, I had not committed 

 myself before the marshal spoke up and said, 

 "Well, now, Colonel Pickett, I have been fighting 

 snow for the last week, and am a little used to it. 

 I am in favor of going ahead.'* That speech stif- 

 fened my backbone and the driver's. 



We discussed the situation in full, and it was 

 finally determined that the driver should walk 

 ahead, and after finding the first sapling should 

 return slowly, marking the crest of the road-bed 

 with his feet. Then he should drive along the road 

 to the first sapling, repeat his foot journey to the 

 next sapling, and so until the ravine had been 



