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Updated: June 16, 2025
Jaroth's horses managed to trample the drifts into something like a hubbly path for the broad sled-runners to slip oven They went on, almost always mounting a grade, for four hours before they came to a human habitation. The driver pointed his whipstock to a black speck before them and higher up the hill which was sharply defined against the background of pure white.
There was a wing thrown out on either side; but those wings were for use only in the summer. There were beds enough and to spare in the main part of the house. When they sat down to Mrs. Jaroth's supper table Bob declared that quite evidently famine had not reached this retired spot. The platters were heaped with fried ham and fried eggs and sausages and other staple articles.
"But I will leave it in Jaroth's care, and when the winter breaks up, or before, it can be taken back to Mountain Camp. "Now how do you feel, young folks? All right? No bones broken?" "It was delightful," they cried. But Ida added something to this. "I feel rather rather dazed, Mr. Gordon," she said. "But I am very thankful. And I know whom I have most to thank."
"There's a big two-horse pung here. I found it in the barn. Like Mr. Jaroth's. It has a deep box like his. And a tongue. It's like a double-runner sled, Bob you know. The front runners are independent of the rear." "I know what it is, Betty," said Bob, while the others stared at her. "I've seen that pung." "Your observations are correct, Miss Betty," said Mr. Canary, smiling at the girl.
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