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The Winnipeg Wolf 
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3|T was during the great bliz- 
zard of 1882 that I first met 
the Winnipeg Wolf. I had 
left St. Paul in the middle 
of March to cross the prai- 
ries to Winnipeg, expecting 
to be there in twenty-four 
hours, but the Storm King had planned it 
otherwise and sent a heavy-laden eastern blast. 
The snow came down in a furious, steady tor- 
rent, hour after hour. Never before had I seen 
such a storm. All the world was lost in snow 
—snow, snow, snow—whirling, biting, sting- 
ing, drifting snow—and the puffing, monstrous 
engine was compelled to stop at the command 
of those tiny, feathery crystals of spotless purity. 
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