I wandered away alone and wrestled with myself an hour.

I recalled my promises of reform and preached to myself persuasively, upbraidingly, exhaustively.

But it was all vain, I shortly found myself sneaking among the snow-drifts hunting for my pipe.

I discovered it after a considerable search, and crept away to hide myself and enjoy it.

I remained behind the barn a good while, asking myself how I would feel if my braver, stronger, truer comrades should catch me in my degradation.