You remember how the tree crushed me down into the snow?
Well, when the landslide moved, it carried the tree before it; the weight of the trunk was lifted from me.

Perhaps it was a rock that struck me over the head then, for I lost consciousness.

The slide didn't bury me, but the rush carried me before it like a stick before a wave, you see.
"When I woke I was almost completely covered with a blanket of debris, but I could move my arms, and managed to prop myself up in a sitting posture.

It was there that my father and his searching party found me; he had been combing that district all night.

They carried me back, terribly bruised, but without even a bone broken.