So off we set, nothing daunted by being told that we were likely to find snow still deep in places.
For the first part of the way we got on well enough, my wife in a dandy, I riding, and thirteen miles were accomplished without much difficulty.

Suddenly the road took a bend, and we found ourselves in deep snow.

Riding soon proved to be impossible, and the dandy-bearers could not carry my wife further; so there was nothing for it but to walk.

We were seven miles from our destination, and at each step we sank into the snow, which became deeper and deeper the higher we ascended.

On we trudged, till my wife declared she could go no further, and sat down to rest, feeling so drowsy that she entreated me to let her stay where she was.