That was six years ago, and now none of the dollars he had brought into the country remained to him.

He realized, dispassionately and without egotism, that this was through no fault of his, for he knew that better men had been crushed and beaten.
It was, however, time he had done with these reflections, for while he sat half-dazed and more than half-frozen the miles had been flitting by, and now the team knew they were not very far from home.

Little by little their pace increased, and Winston was almost astonished to see another bluff black against the night ahead of him.

As usual in that country, the willows and birches crawled up the sides and just showed their heads above the sinuous crest of a river hollow.

It was very dark when the wagon lurched in among them, and it cost the man an effort to discern the winding trail which led down into the blackness of the hollow.