up like a sandglass, and the sides filled in with dusky plaits, but even in the middle, where some outlook was, it led to very little. All the air seemed choked with snow, and the ground coming u

Suan Isco joined, when I proposed to sweep a path

"May I do it if I can? It only requires perseverance. If you keep on swee

bundle of new brooms from top loft, and don't forget while you be up there to

Uncle Sam, but I intend to try it. I m

and I will do it for you, as long as the Lord allows of it. Why, the snow is two foot deep a'ready, and twenty foot in places. I wonder

could not bear the idea of the cold snow lying over it, with nobody coming to care for him. Kind hands had borne him down the mountains (while I lay between life and death) and buried him in

le tears to hallow it. For often and often, even now, I could not help giving way and sobbing, when I thought how sad it was that a strong, commanding, mighty man, of great will and large experience, should drop in a corner of the world and die, and finally be

even with a steam snow-shovel they could not have kept the way unstopped, such solid masses of the mountain clouds now descended

llow-and an impudenter fellow never sucked a pipe. Still, he might have had time to mend, if his time had been as good as the room for it. However,

and man. But Sylvester thinks that a pile of dollars must have died out

such a night as that? His own way he would have, however; and finer liars than he could ever stick up to be for a score of yea

"Is it that dreadful-that poor man

y answered, more roughly than usual. "Leave you all such poi

rrying away. "Miss Rema has asked nothing unbecoming, but only c

e log up, Firm, and put the pan on. You boys can go on without victuals all day, but an old man must feed regular. And, bad as he was, I

at the death of the man so sadly, as at the worry of his dying so in going from a hospitable house. Mr. Gundry cared little what

n on the antlered stump and gazed at the fire gloomily. "And when he is f

hood, beckoned to Suan to be quick with something hot, that he might hurry out

the gate and waved his cap to show that he heard him. The snow was again falling heavily, and the af

may at the great white waste. "And the poor man, whoeve

the fireside, where he made me sit down, and exa

f the way from the redwood-tree, although you lay senseles

ry body says that nobody else could have

ay to this house, without stopping, or even letting your

etter than I do! It was weeks before I could thank

ng; and when he did that, I was always sure that an argument went to his lik

with him, and he is worth all three, let alone the big dog Jowler, who has dug out forty feet of snow ere now. If that rogue of an Englishman, Goad, has had the luck to ch