So I'm trying to find a way to get out to the Cove. But ain't nobody been in or out the Cove since a couple days. Snow's too deep. That's why I was gettin' my boots on. Have to go.
Letters are pilin' up something fearful.
He looked astonished at my question. In fine weather, shorely. But no critter could make it in this snow. I hesitated, knowing that I'd never walked seven miles at one stretch in my life. The snow might lie on the ground for a long time and I couldn't sit in El Pano waiting for spring to come.