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along a route that I felt sure he would follow, 

 and I reasoned that he would overtake me. Dark- 

 ness came on and still no Scotch, but I kept going 

 forward. For the remainder of the way I told 

 myself that he might have got by me in the 

 darkness. 



When, at midnight, I arrived at the cabin, I 

 expected to be greeted by him, but he was not 

 there. I felt that something was wrong and feared 

 that he had met with an accident. I slept two 

 hours and rose, but still he was missing, so I 

 concluded to tie on my snowshoes and go to 

 meet him. The thermometer showed fourteen 

 below zero. 



I started at three o'clock in the morning, feel- 

 ing that I should meet him without going far. I 

 kept going on and on, and when, at noon, I ar- 

 rived at the place on the summit from which I 

 had sent him back, Scotch was not there to cheer 

 the wintry, silent scene. 



I slowly made my way down the slope, and at 

 two in the afternoon, twenty-four hours after I 

 had sent Scotch back, I paused on a crag and 

 looked below. There in the snowy world of white 



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