"Good-by, now, an' think of your good news that come with the snow." "Good-by, Heaven-Sent Hell-Bent Wade!" called Moore.

"It's no joke of a name any more.

It's a fact." Wade plodded down through the deep snow, stepping in his old tracks, and as he toiled on his thoughts were deep and comforting.

He was thinking that if he had his life to live over again he would begin at once to find happiness in other people's happiness.

Upon arriving at his cabin he set to work cleaning a path to the dog corral.