Every mischance was as quickly repaired as aroused expedient could do the work.
The marsh received first attention.

There the restless snow drifted uneasily before the wind.

Nearly every day the road had to be plowed, and the sprinklers followed the teams almost constantly.

Often it was bitter cold, but no one dared to suggest to the determined jobber that it might be better to remain indoors.

The men knew as well as he that the heavy February snows would block traffic beyond hope of extrication.
As it was, several times an especially heavy fall clogged the way.