O-GO AND HIS FAMILY 
T HE ROCKS and water-logged sticks at 
the bottom of swift-running Patou 
Creek were still coated with crystal, for 
the waters of Patou flowed from high-up 
among the passes of the Big Horn, where it 
was still winter. Even where the creek spread 
out over the floor of Digger’s Glen, it was as 
yet covered with sheet ice, with here and there 
a patch of open water. These patches, in all 
probability, marked the locations of under- 
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