Men guided it by levers, and by throwing their weight against the fans of the plow.

It was a gay, animated scene this, full of the spirit of winter--the plodding, straining horses, the brilliantly dressed, struggling men, the sullen-yielding snow thrown to either side, the shouts, warnings, and commands.

To right and left grew white banks of snow.

Behind stretched a broad white path in which a scant inch hid the bare earth.
For some distance the way led along comparatively high ground.

Then, skirting the edge of a lake, it plunged into a deep creek bottom between hills.