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Show 77> He s t i l l had some dried wild grapes to put in the cake; he'd saved the tender part from the small of the back of the only, fawn-sized, buck Olaf had brought in during the month. I t xras hanging in the lean-to and looked aged just about r i g h t . They'd have roast venison and boiled onions. At noon on the 24th, though, he hadn't been able to let the f i r e doxm enough to get the ashes out of the stove, so the shack xras cool. Weasel complained that they should at l e a s t be xrarm if they couldn't gamble. Bill put l i t t le B i l l ' s cap on and his heavy sxreater, xrrapped him in a blanket, and asked Sunny to take him into the lean-to. He'd decided to try to get the s t i l l hot ashes out a shovelfull at a time and throw them into the snow. A blizzard here usually cased up a l i t t l e about noon. Olaf xras opening the door and shutting i t for Bill when Weasel suddenly started pulling on his heavy coat. "I'm going to Blue Burg," he said. Bill said, "That wind out there is s t i l l strong. I'm taking these ashes about •?if--ty feet from the shack and I'm getting mighty c h i l l y ." Weasel put on his cap and buckled i t under his chin, and then pulled on heavy mittens, "Weasel," Olad said, " t h e r e ' l l be no xray xre can know xrhother you make i t or not. "I'm notaskin' you to folloxr me in!" Bill said, "If you make the Dream Mine fork and i t 's getting xrorse, go on and keep the wind alxsays on your left |