The Snowflake herald., 1918-05-03
CHAPTER Xxx.
In the Blizzard.

IN the Blizzard.
saltwater Pete, the driver of the
stage between Kusiak and Katma, did
not like the look of the sky as his
ponies breasted the long uphill climb
that ended at the pass. "Gittin' her
back up for a blizzard, looks like.
Doggone it, if that wouldn't jest be my
luck" he murmured fretfully.
Sheba hoped there would be one, not,
Of course, really, truly blizzard such
as Macdonald had told her about, but
the tail of make-believe one, enough
10 send her glowing with exhilaration
into the roadhouse with the happy
sense of an adventure achieved. The
girl was buoyed up by sense of free
dom. For time, at least, she was es-
Gaping Macdonald's driving energy, the
appeal of Gordon Elliot's warm friend
liness, and the unvoiced urging Of
Diane. Good old Peter and the kid
dies were the only ones that let her
alone.
She looked back at the horses labor
ing up the hill. saltwater had got
down and was urging them forward,
his long whip cracking about the
ears Of the leaders. He was worried.
He would have liked to turn and run
for 1t. But the last rOadhouse was
twenty-seven miles back. If the bliz-
zard came bowling down the slope
they would have a sweet time of it
reaching safety. Smiths Crossing was
on the other side of the divide, only
nine miles away. They would have to
worry through somehow.
Miss O'Neill knew that saltwater
Pete was anxious, and though she was
not yet afraid, the girl understood the
reason for 1t. The road ran through
the heart of vast snow-f1eld, the sur
face Of which was being swept by a
screaming wind. The air was full of
sifted white dust, and the road furrow
was rapidly filling. Soon it would be
obliterated. Sheba tramped behind the
stage-driver and in her tracks walked
Mrs. Olson, the other passenger.
Through the muffled scream Of the
storm Swiftwater shouted back to
Sheba. "YOu wanta keep close to me-
She nodded her head His order
needed no explanation. Two w,ov76
was narrowing to lane whose Walls
she could almost touch with her fin
gers. A pail of white wrapped them.
Upon them beat wind of stinging
sleet. Nothing could be seen but the
blurred outlines of the stage and the
drivers figure.
The bitter cold searched through
Sheba's furs to her soft flesh and the
blast of powdered ice beat upon her
face. The snow was getting deeper
as the road filed. Once or twice she
stumbled and fell. Her strength ebbed,
and the hinges of her knees gave un-
expectedly beneath her. How long
was it, she asked herself, that Macdon-
aid had said men could live In bliZ-
zard?
Staggering blindly forward, Sheba
bumped into the driver. He had drawn
up to give the horses a moments rest
before sending them plunging at the
snow again.
mo chance" he called into the
young woman's ear. "Never make
Smiths in the world. Coin try for
miners cabin up gulch little way"
The team stuck In the drifts fought
through, and was blocked again ten
yards beyond. A dozen times the
horses gave up, answered the sting of
the whip by diving head first at the
white banks, and were stopped by
fresh snow-combs.
Pete gave up the fight. He began
unhitching the horses, while Sheba and
Mrs. Olson, clinging to each others
hands, stumbled forward to Join him.
The words he shouted across the back