Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1906-06-08
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him, their heads dropping, their
breath freezing upon their coats In
spiculae of white.
watt" cried Franklin. 81 know
this hole! I've been here befort The
teams come here for shelter
"Oh, it's the White WomsA breaks
why, sure!" cried Sam in return.
"Yes, that's where it is. We're less
than half mile from the house. Wait,
now, and let me think. I've got to
figure this out while"
tits off there" said Sam, pointing
across the coulee; "but we can't get
there"
Eyes, we can, old man; yes, we
cant" insisted Franklin. "I'll tell you.
Let me think. Good God! why can't
I think? Yes-see here, you go down
the bottom of this gully to the mouth
of the coulee, and then we turn to the
left-no, it's to the right-and you
bear up along the side of the draw
til you get to the ridge, and then the
house Is right in front of you. Listen
now! The winds northwest, and the
house Is west of the head of the cou,
lee; so the mouth is east of us, and
that brings the wind on the left cheek
at the mouth of the coulee, and II
comes more and more on the right
cheek as we turn up the ridge; and
it's on the front half of the right
cheek when we face the house. I'm
sure that's right-wait, I'll mark IL
out here in the snow. God! how cold
it is! It must be right. Come on;
come! We must try it, anyway"
1--WE may hit the house, Cap" said
Sam calmly, "but If we miss 1t We'll
go God knows where! Anyhow, I'm
with you, an if we don't turn up, we
can't help it, an we done our best"
Come" cried Franklin once more.
Lets get to the mouth of the coulee.
know this place perfectly"
And SO, advancing and calling, and
waiting while Sam fought the stub
born horses with lash and rein out
of the shelter which they coveted,
Franklin led out of the fiat coulee,
into the wider draw, and edged up
and up to the right, agonizedly re-
peating to himself, over and over
again, the instructions he had laid
down, and which the dizzy whirl OF
the snow mingled ever confusedly in
| his mind. At last they had the full
| gale again in their faces as they
| reached the level of the prairies, and
cast loose for what they thought was
west, fearfully, tremblingly, the voy.
age a quarter of a mile, the danger
infinitely great; for beyond lay only
the cruel plains and the bitter storm
this double norther of a woeful
| Christmastide.
| Once again Providence aided them.
by agency Of brute instinct. One OF
the horses threw up it's head and
neighed, and then both pressed for
ward eagerly. The low moan OF
penned cattle came down the wind
They crashed into a fence of lath
They passed it's end-a broken, rat
Ting end, that trailed and swept back
and forth in the wind.
"It's the chicken corral" cried
Sam, ian it's down! They've beer
burnin'-"
go on! Go on-hurry!" shouted
Franklin, bending down his head Sc
that the gale might not quite rob hin
of his breath, and Sam urged on tht
now willing horses.
They came to the sod barn, ant
here they left the team that had say
ed them, not pausing to take then
from the harness. They crept to TIL
low and white-banked wall in whicl
showed two windows, glazed witt
frost. They could see the chime,
plainly, but it carried no smell Q
smoke. The stairway leading dow
, to the door of the dugout was miss
, ing, the excavation which held it wa
! drifted full of snow, and the snoN
bore no track of human foot. All wa
, white and silent. 1t might have bee
, vault far in the frozen norther
) sea.
ITO be continued)