as weary as I but they were all working 

 for my ultimate comfort, while I was 

 about to repay them by sitting in the 

 snow and weeping. I pictured them in 

 four separate heaps in the snow, all 

 weeping. This was too much; I did 

 not weep. Instead by great effort I 

 managed to get my horse near the fire, 

 and after thawing out a moment unsad- 

 dled the tired animal, who galloped off 

 gladly to join his comrades, and thus I 

 became once more a unit in the eco- 

 nomic force. 



But bad luck had crossed its fingers 

 at me that day without doubt, and I 

 had to be taught another lesson. I tell 

 of it briefly as a warning to other 

 women; of course men always know 

 better, instinctively, as they know how 

 to fight. I presume you will agree that 

 ignorance is punished more cruelly than 



