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ling in low temperatures. Some one, however, 

 had lent me a good fur coat, with a high collar, 

 and with my fur cap well down over my ears, 

 the drive proved enjoyable, though we were glad 

 after a couple of hours' time to reach Mr. and Mrs. 



S 's (the half-way house, as we called it) 



in time for dinner ; and very pleasant it was to 

 get into a warm room once more. Sitting still 

 in a cutter for a long spell is even a colder busi- 

 ness, in a very low temperature, than riding in 

 a wagon-box on a bob-sleigh ; besides, as the latter 

 is a slower, heavier affair, there is a temptation 

 when one is cold to get out and walk the hills. 

 There is, indeed, a weird, almost grotesque Canadian 

 ballad telling how a young man, after driving 

 his young lady a long distance to a dance, on 

 arrival at the appointed place was horrified to 

 find her frozen to death. 



There was, however, no fear of such tragic 

 consequences on this little journey, and after 

 the enjoyment of a good dinner with oiu" kind 

 hosts, a couple of hours' drive over the snow- 

 covered landscape, shining in the setting sun, 

 brought us within sight of the tall grain elevators 



of F . Then, passing the little cemetery 



some distance from the new town, with its few 

 graves of early settlers, and following those marks 

 of civilization — the long lines of telegraph-posts 



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