302 WALL STREET AND THE WILDS 



"S'pose the fellers is dead when we get to 

 Yaphank, shall we keep on and deliver 'em at 

 Kiverhead?" 



"Get them there, dead or alive, I don't care 

 which!" and we started. 



The wind was from the northeast, blowing a 

 gale, and in half an hour we were fighting our 

 way through a blinding snowstorm. Often we 

 got off and clinging to the car ran behind it, to 

 keep from freezing. Soon it became so dark 

 that we could no longer run behind the car for 

 fear of breaking our legs in a cattle guard. We 

 changed places with the men every few minutes 

 or took hold and worked with them. The wind 

 came in fierce gusts that at times almost stopped 

 the car, and the men urged us to give up trying 

 to reach Kiverhead, saying it was impossible to 

 make it against the gale. 



I would have turned back, but for my memory 

 of the official's sneer when I refused to take his 

 advice. All through that horrible night we 

 struggled with the wind, the cold, and the ex- 

 hausting labor. It was day when we reached 



