The woman pointed to a basket of buffalo
chips in the corner, and he wrapped his
little companions up in a blanket while he
made a fire in the cooking-stove. The baby
was sleeping by this time, and the woman
began tidying the cabin, and when the
fire was burning brightly, she put some
coffee on.

"I wish I had some clothes to offer you,"
she said, when the wind had subsided suffi-
ciently to make talking possible. "I'm
afraid you'll have to let them get dry on you."

"Oh, that's of no consequence at all!
We're lucky to get off with our lives. I
never saw anything so terrible. Fancy!
half an hour ago it was summer; now it is
winter!"

"It seems rather sudden when you're not
used to it," the woman admitted. "I've
lived in the West six years now; you can't
frighten me any more. We never die out
here before our time comes."

"You seem to know that I haven't been
here long," said Henderson, with some
chagrin.