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Show »7. stove, the embers glowing in the grate their only light. "The Christmas of 37*t now that Sunny was the time to be in this country-no gold seekers-only trappers. We rendezvoused that year. I was just a little older than you are." Olaf said as he got up and took the almost empty bottle over to the water bucket and carefully filled it with water. Then he came back, and, settling down again, said. "I can finish the moccasins on Christmas Day." Olaf sat tipping up the bottle and taking long swigs as Bill got up to cook. Little Bill woke up and shouted for food, and Sunny put his head down and shook it at Little Bill, saying, "Now Bull Bill!" Just as he used to, and the baby pulled himself up and laughed and yelled as Sunny came for him. Weasel walked unsteadily out of the lean-to? "This cabin's too moisy for a man to get any sleep in even!" He stood shivering; then, hunching up his shoulders, he walked over to the stove. "Face looks more normal now?" Bill said holding the light of the candle he was working by close to Weasel's face, which was swollen and blotched. "You might have some frost bite here on your forehead; It's feverish and red, but not serious-not serious. I believe the wind xras a little warmer today. Maybe it'll let up tomorrow and we can all go in for Christmas night-have a little fun, get all the news, see |
