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Show 55 > hard it nearly went down, and, as it was struggling to keep its feet, Bill smelled the cow and shouted. "We're home!" Olaf stumbled past him and opened the door of the shack. The glow of a match flickered, and then xrent out, and then the glow of another and a candle flared up in the doorway. Sunny said.' "JRa, can you make i t in?" Dad said, "I can. Bring the baby." Bill slipped the harness off the steaming horse,turning his face to shield i t against the wind, and as Sunny picked up the baby, Bill grabbed the blankets and threw them over the horse's back. Then they were in the shack with the door closed. They'd been gone nearly five hours, but the cabin s t i l l felt xrarm u n t i l Bill started to take off his heavy coat, then he l it the f i r e he had laid for the next morning. He stood over the big cook stove waiting u n t i l he could feel the lids s t a r t to warm before he took L i t t l e Bill out of his sack. The baby's face was pink, but he'd suffered not a t a l l from the blinding blizzard and cold. Sunny had lost one mitten pushing and he kept shaking that hand. "I've got the hot-ache in my fingers. Sure hope Weasel don't ™;;Start x^alking-wish he'd come with us." Olaf said "Weasel's a born gambler. A team of wild horses couldn't have pulled 'im ax*ay from that card table. |
