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Show 56. Wouldn't start out anyway-he was here last year. Had a couple of blizzards. Lived right in close then and musta heard all the tales. Man by the name of Lester got froze to death. Just had part of a block to go too but got lost. Well, I guess this drunken ol »hos will stagger in to bed now." He went to his coat and pulled out a bottle-took a drink and said. "Blizzard caught me off-guard.'" Dad said* "First time I've ever known wind that strong. I swallowed too much of that cold air. My old lungs don't like it." His face was pale with red blotches over his cheek bones. "Sunny, put your fingers up in your hair-that »s better than holding them over the stove. Guess I'll leave ya now." Bill said "Dad, that lean-to is going to take the brunt of the wind tonight. Pull your bunk away from the wall and keep your sweater on tonight." "Pa, you look peaked. Sit down and warm up." "I'm all right son. I stumbled out there and lost my grip but I'm all right. I'm so tired,though,that if I sat doxm I'd never got UP-" Little Bill had settled down in his bed and was looking at his hands in the flickering candle light,- turning them and cooing at their wonder. The room x«as starting to heat, but still Bill stood behind the stoves All at once Sunny, |
