“ J will soon cure you,” said the Host, 
as he poured out more whisky, and the 
Cook reheated some soup and chocolate. 
The hot drinks soon succeeded in thaw- 
ing me from a snow woman back to 
shivering flesh and blood which was 
supportable. 
Nimrod looked pleasant again and 
began studying the mountain sheep 
tracks. The cook fell to whistling 
softly from one side of his mouth, while 
a cigarette dangled from the other, as 
was his wont when he puttered about 
the fire. The Horsewrangler was mak- 
ing everything tight for the night 
against wind and snow. The Host 
lighted a cigarette, a calm expression 
glided over his face, and he became 
chatty, and, although the storm was just 
as fierce and the thermometer just as 
low, peace was restored to Camp Snow. 
*commmoan \zence (Lf S05 
