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" 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. 



