But even with a steam snow-shovel they could not have kept the way unstopped, such solid masses of the mountain clouds now descended over us.

And never had I been so humored in my foolish wishes: I was quite ashamed to see the trouble great men took to please me.
"Well, I am sorry to hear it, Firm," said the Sawyer, coming in one day, with clouts of snow in his snowy curls.

"Not that I care a cent for the fellow--and an impudenter fellow never sucked a pipe.

Still, he might have had time to mend, if his time had been as good as the room for it.
However, no blame rests on us.

I told him to bed down to saw-mill.