Zane's fence and in some places the top rail had disappeared.

The pine trees in the yard were weighted down and drooped helplessly with their white burden.
On this frosty January morning the only signs of life round the settlement were a man and a dog walking up Wheeling hill.

The man carried a rifle, an axe, and several steel traps.

His snow-shoes sank into the drifts as he labored up the steep hill.

All at once he stopped.