I was caught in the snow-storm, and was laid up for three days.
The cattle wandered away, and I came within an ace of losing them altogether.

When I got started again the snow was so deep that it prevented me from making much headway.

But as I had left you here I was bound to come through, or die in the attempt." Again I flung my arms around Dave's neck and gave him a hug that would have done honor to a grizzly bear.

My gratitude was thus much more forcibly expressed than it could have been by words.

Harrington understood this, and seemed to appreciate it.