Identifier: outing29newy (find matches)
Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
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dance at Fort Walsh,thirty miles off ; and how he was theonly one to arrive and did not danceafter all. A blizzard from the mount-ains caught them after nightfall in thelast five miles, and his companions werefrozen to death and he was almost frozen. It was a sad tale, and we rode onsilently when it was ended, not notinghow the hours had sped, till all at onceit struck me how dark it had become,and I looked at the mountains. Thesun rested just over their tops and ap-peared like a bloodshot eye. It wassnowing up there. The wind had fresh-ened, too, and angry gusts now and thenswept across the trail. Soon the snowbegan to sift through the air, stinginglike coarse salt. The horses did not like it. Theyveered continually to the right, tryingto get it behind them, so that it washard to keep the trail, which was nowuncertain in the fast thickening gloom. Six mile yet to the Leavins, any-how, Jim observed. Reckon weve Copyrighted, 1897, by the Outing Publishing Company. All rights reserved.
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Painted for Outing by A. W. Van Deusen. A GLIMMER OF DAY STILL REMAINED. (/. 423?) UNDER THE SNOW. 421 come over twenty, some. Chancesif we kin make it, with these hossesshyin the trail; were liable to git lost.Blamed if it aint gittin a plumb bliz-zard, he exclaimed, as a stronger gustthan any yet whipped him in the face. Willow Cricks between us and themountains, not moren a mile or twoaway. Well hev to try an make it. Theraint no shelter to speak of, but its aheap bettern bare plain a night like this.We turned from, the trail and bentinto the storm, driving the loose horsesbefore. The wind blew into our nostrils,forcing our breath back so that it almoststifled us. Fraid—f I open my mouth — Illinflaten—sail off like—balloon, gaspedSuyder. And he was not an Irishman,either. I noticed, however, that his lipswere parted only just enough to let thewords through. An hour of this and we came onto thecreek. It was narrow, and dipped onlytwo feet below the level to the ice ; butwe h

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