keeping in sight of the tail of the other 

 horse, I had given no attention to the 

 landscape. 



Suddenly I lost Nimrod, and every- 

 thing was swallowed up in a dark misty 

 vapour that cut me off from every object. 

 Even Blondey's nose and the ground at 

 my feet were blurred. Regardless of 

 possibly near-by elk, I raised a frightened 

 yell. My voice swirled around me and 

 dropped. I tried again, but the sound 

 would not carry. 



The icy vapour swept through me — 

 a very lonely forlorn little being indeed. 

 I just clung to the saddle, trusting to 

 Blondey's instinct to follow the other 

 animal, and tried to enjoy the fact that 

 I was getting a new sensation. Even 

 when one could see, every step was 

 treacherous, but in that black fog I 

 might as well have been blind and deaf 



