" I will soon cure you," said the Host, 

 as he poured out more whisky, and the 

 Cook reheated some soup and chocolate. 

 The hot drinks soon succeeded in thaw- 

 ing me from a snow woman back to 

 shivering flesh and blood which was 

 supportable. 



Nimrod looked pleasant again and 

 began studying the mountain sheep 

 tracks. The cook fell to whistling 

 softly from one side of his mouth, while 

 a cigarette dangled from the other, as 

 was his wont when he puttered about 

 the fire. The Horsewrangler was mak- 

 ing everything tight for the night 

 against wind and snow. The Host 

 lighted a cigarette, a calm expression 

 glided over his face, and he became 

 chatty, and, although the storm was just 

 as fierce and the thermometer just as 

 low, peace was restored to Camp Snow. 



