On the Trail of Pontiac by Edward Stratemeyer
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satisfied their hunger and become thoroughly warm both slept soundly, nor
did they awaken until early morning. By sunrise the storm was practically over, although a few hard particles of snow still whirled down in the high wind. Joseph Morris said they had better wait an hour or two longer for the wind to go down, and this was done. "Can I go along?" asked Dave eagerly. "I'm sure I won't mind the walk at all." "I'd like to go, too," added Henry; and when the party started it consisted of the two youths, their fathers, and Sam Barringford. The men took turns at leading the way and breaking open the trail, no mean task when in some spots the snow lay to a depth of four and five feet. They kept as much as possible in the shelter of the trees and bushes, where the drifts were not so high. The sun, shining clearly, made the scene on all sides a dazzling one. Not a sound broke the stillness, birds and beasts being equally silent. It took over an hour to reach the ruins of the Chelingworth cabin--one of the first erected in that territory and burnt four times before it was finally abandoned. As they passed the ruins Sam Barringford came to a halt. "Listen!" he said briefly. All did so, and at a distance heard a sudden yelping, which gradually increased. |
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