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Updated: June 14, 2025
"Stolen, mayhap. Has anyone seen it?" "Probably blew off," said Russ. "We'll find it when the snow melts!" Wellington Bunn groaned again tragically. "I'll get you another," offered Mr. Pertell, generously. "Come on, folks! Pile out!" cried Mr. Macksey again. "I'm so stiff I can hardly move!" declared Ruth. "So am I," added Alice. "Oh, but it's good to be here!"
Macksey told me of it," put in the manager, "I saw at once that we could use a scene with some of you folks on the shoes. So I arranged with Billy Jack." "Is that your real name?" asked Alice, who had taken a sudden liking to the rugged son of the forest. "That's one of my real names, strange as it sounds," he answered. "I don't much fancy it; but what am I to do?"
As much of the needed baggage as possible was transferred, and the four horses that had been on the rear sled were brought up and hitched to the remaining sleds two to each so that each conveyance now had six animals attached to it. "And by hickory!" exclaimed Mr. Macksey, that appearing to be his favorite expression, "By hickory, we'll need 'em all!"
But on what a totally different scene than before the coming of the great blizzard! There had been plenty of snow in Deerfield before, but now there was so much that one old man, who worked for Mr. Macksey, said he never recalled the like, and he had seen many bad storms. "Well, now to tunnel out!" exclaimed Mr.
"Now then, I expect you'll want to wash up," went on the hunter's wife. "I'll have the girl show you to your different rooms, and then you can come down to supper. It's been waiting. What kept you? I'll have to ask you folks because it's like pulling teeth to get any news out of my husband. What happened?" "A breakdown," explained Ruth, who took an instant liking to motherly Mrs. Macksey.
Pertell said: "We will film no dramas while the storm continues, but as soon as we can get out on the ice I want to start one." "Is there skating about here?" asked Alice, who was very fond of the sport. "There's a fine lake back of the lodge," replied Mr. Macksey, "and as soon as the storm lets up I'll have the men clear a place of snow, and you can have all the fun you want."
Macksey, with a puzzled look on his face, was talking earnestly to the two drivers. The accident had happened at a most unfortunate time and place. "We can't even turn around and go back a different road, the way it is," said the hunter. "There isn't room to turn, and everybody knows you can't back a pung very far before getting stuck." "Then what are we to do?" asked Mr. Pertell.
Can we take that with us?" "Not all of it," answered the hunter, "but you can crowd in as much as possible. The rest can wait." "I want all of mine," declared the former vaudeville actress. "So do I!" cried Miss Dixon. "You'll be lucky if you get in out of this storm," said Mr. Pertell reprovingly, "to say nothing about baggage. Do the best you can, Mr. Macksey." "I will. Come now, men, lively!"
"It's like one of those moving block puzzles, where you try to get the squares in a certain order without lifting any of them out." "That's it," agreed Mr. Macksey. "But it's no easy matter to jump two big sleds, and eight horses, over another sled and four horses. I've played checkers, but never like that," he added. "But we must do something," insisted Mr. Pertell.
It was hard work, but they labored with a will, and there were enough of them to make an effective attack. Mr. Macksey, in spite of the fact that he had food and water for his stock, was anxious to see how the animals were doing. So he directed that first paths, tunnels or trenches be made to the various barns.
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