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Updated: June 14, 2025
So heavy was the fall of snow, and so high had it drifted, that some of the lower windows were completely covered, from the ground up. And before each door was such a drift that it would be necessary to tunnel if they were to get out. "The worst storm I ever see!" declared Mr. Macksey, as he closed the door against the blast. "It would be death to go out in it now. We are snowbound, by hickory!"
Macksey, as night came on. "Now all we can do is to wait. There's plenty of fuel in the cellar, and we'll not freeze, at any rate." There was a sense of gloom over all, as they sat in the big living room of Elk Lodge that night, and looked at the blazing logs. Everyone listened apprehensively, as though to hear the first message of the impending storm.
Macksey coming in from the barn. The hunter had an anxious look on his face, and as he walked toward the house he cast looks up at the sky now and then. And Alice heard him murmur: "I don't like this! I don't for a cent, by hickory!" "What's the matter now?" she asked, merrily. "Have you seen some of those strange men about again, hunting on your preserves?" "No, Miss Alice.
"Well, if you don't want to do that," said Mr. Macksey, and to tell the truth few members of the company seemed in favor of the idea, "if you don't want to do that I might ride on ahead and get a spare sleigh I have at the Lodge. I could get back here before very late, and we'd get home sooner or later." "And we would have to stay here?" asked Mr. DeVere. "I see no help for it.
DeVere's room, and get down into the snow that way. They would use snowshoes so as to have some support, and thus they could attack the drifts. This plan was followed. Fortunately Mr. Macksey had thought to bring in snow shovels before the storm came, and with these the men attacked the big white piles.
Macksey, who had been summoned to the upper hall by his wife to fix a broken window, was speaking in his deep voice. "So those fellows were around again; eh?" he asked. "Yes, and I don't like it, Jake," Mrs. Macksey replied. "You know what it means if they kill any of the club deer. It may cost you your place here. The members of the club may say you were not careful enough." "That's so, wife.
Macksey, no less than the sudden blast of the storm, struck terror to the hearts of not only the moving picture girls, but to all the other players. For it was something to which they were not used that terrible sweep of wind and blinding snow. There had been heavy storms in New York, but there the big buildings cut off the force of the wind, except perhaps in some street canyon.
"I learned to use snowshoes when I was a boy," went on the Indian, who, though roughly dressed was cultured. "I have kept it up ever since," he went on. "I have charge of a gang of men getting out some lumber, not far from here, and when Mr. Macksey told me there was a company of moving picture actors and actresses at Elk Lodge I spoke of the snowshoes." "And when Mr.
The dining room opened off the great living apartment with that wonderful fire, and following the meal all the members of the company gathered about the hearth. Outside the storm still raged, and Mr. Macksey, who came in from having with his men, put away the horses, reported that the blizzard was growing worse. "It's a good thing we thought of changing the bobs and coming on," he said.
"Is he out searching, too?" Alice asked. "No, his throat troubles him," the young actor replied. "But every other man at the Lodge is. Mr. Macksey told us to come this way, and if we didn't locate you we were to meet him at some place where there are two cabins." "We just came from there," Ruth said, "and we had the oddest adventure. I'll tell you about it when we get back.
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