enthusiasm in me, only a vague wonder 

 that they seemed to be enjoying them- 

 selves. Finally Nimrod came and pulled 

 me off, I was too stiff and numb to get 

 down myself. Then I found that the 

 snow was so deep I could not go four 

 feet. Not to be able to move about 

 seemed to me the end of all things. I 

 simply dropped in the snow — it was 

 impossible to ever be warm and happy 

 again — and prepared at last to weep. 



But I looked around first — Nimrod 

 was coaxing a pack animal through the 

 snow to a comparatively level place 

 where our tent and bed things could 

 be placed. The Host was shovelling 

 a pathway between me and the spot 

 where the Cook was coaxing a fire. The 

 Horse wrangler was unpacking the horses 

 alone (so that I might have a fire the 

 sooner^. They were all grim — doubtless 



