The Free lance. (State College, Pa.) 1887-1904, January 01, 1900, Image 12

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    had traveled miles. At last, in a, drift, the half frozen man
stumbled and fell. The snow was soft and inviting and the
wind did not strike as fiercely as it, did when he tried to
walk and he thought in a sleepy way that he would rest a
minute before getting up. A sharper blast than usual
quickened the man's dulled senses and he realized that he
must be freezing. He was angered at the idea of giving up
to the cold, and rose to his feet. His horses were gone—he
did not know the direction they had taken for their tracks
were already covered, but he started again determined not
to give up as long as he could stand. The struggle was
fierce. The drift were deep and hard and his strength was
nearly gone, but still he fought. The' wind pulled and tug
ged in one direction; and then turned and rushed fiercely in
the other. It dashed the snow into his face; and then.
whirled around and pitched him forward into a drift.
At last, after what seemed like hours of wandering, he
suddenly found thathe was no longer on the lake but that
he was ascending a slope, and the thought that he might
soon reach a house gave him new courage. He pushed
on and soon came to a farm house where he was well cared
for, and in a few days he was back again to his teaming.
The horses reached shelter sometime during the night for
in the morning they were found in a 'farmyard under a shed;
while Caleb found his sleds, after a search, two miles up
the lake from the house where he reached shelter.
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