G, 
Sree 
ABOOMNDAMUZ Coes 
as weary as I—but they were all working 
for my ultimate comfort, while I was 
about to repay them by sitting in the 
snow and weeping. I pictured them in 
four separate heaps in the snow, all 
weeping. This was too much; I did 
not weep. Instead by great effort I 
managed to get my horse near the fire, 
and after thawing out a moment unsad- 
dled the tired animal, who galloped off 
gladly to join his comrades, and thus I 
became once more a unit in the eco- 
nomic force. 
But bad luck had crossed its fingers 
at me that day without doubt, and I 
had to be taught another lesson. I tell 
of it briefly as a warning to other 
women; of course men always know 
better, instinctively, as they know how 
to fight. I presume you will agree that 
ignorance is punished more cruelly than 
