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THE TRAIL OF THE SANDHILL 



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it at last/ and passed away* To- 

 ward morning the weather grew 

 milder, but with the change there 

 came a driving snow* The track 

 was blotted out* Yan had heeded 

 nothing else, and did not know where 

 he was* After travelling an aimless 

 mile or two he decided to make for 

 Pine Creek, which ought to lie south- 

 eastward* But which way was 

 southeast ? The powdery snow was 

 driven along through the air, blind- 

 ing, stinging, burning* On all things 

 near it was like smoke, and on far- 

 ther things, a driving fog* But he 

 made for a quaking asp grove, and 

 there, sticking through the snow, he 

 found a crosier golden-rod, dead and 

 dry, but still faithfully delivering its 



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