enthusiasm in me, only a vague wonder 
that they seemed to be enjoying them- 
selves. Finally Nimrod came and pulled 
me off, I was too stiff and numb to get 
down myself. Then I found that the 
snow was so deep I could not go four 
feet. Not to be able to move about 
seemed to me the end of all things. I 
simply dropped in the snow—it was 
impossible to ever be warm and happy 
again — and prepared at last to weep. 
But I looked around first — Nimrod 
was coaxing a pack animal through the 
snow to a comparatively level place 
where our tent and bed things could 
be placed. The Host was shovelling 
a pathway between me and the spot 
where the Cook was coaxing a fire. The 
Horsewrangler was unpacking the horses 
alone (so that I might have a fire the 
sooner). They were all grim—doubtless 
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