keeping in sight of the tail of the other 
horse, I had given no attention to the 
landscape. 
Suddenly I lost Nimrod, and every- 
thing was swallowed up ina dark misty 
vapour that cut me off from every object. 
Even Blondey’s nose and the ground at 
my feet were blurred. Regardless of 
possibly near-by elk, I raised a frightened 
yell. My voice swirled around me and 
dropped. I tried again, but the sound 
would not carry. 
The icy vapour swept through me — 
a very lonely forlorn little being indeed. 
I just clung to the saddle, trusting to 
Blondey’s instinct to follow the other 
animal, and tried to enjoy the fact that 
I was getting a new sensation. Even 
when one could see, every step was 
treacherous, but in that black fog I 
might as well have been blind and deaf. 
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