It's a-layin' right deep on the mountings, an' even the gorillers ain't so anxious to plough thar way through it." "How long will it take us to reach Burton's Cove ?" "It's jest ez the weather sez, colonel.

Ef the snow holds off we might make it tomorrow afore dark, but ef the snow makes up its mind to come tumblin' down ag'in, it's the day after that, fur shore." "At any rate, another fall of snow is no harder for us than it is for them," said the colonel, who showed the spirit of a true leader.

"Now, Mr.Reed, do you think we can find anybody on this road who will tell us where the band has gone ?" "It ain't much uv a road an' thar ain't many people to ride on it in the best uv times, so I reckon our chance uv meetin' a traveler who knows much is jest about ez good as our chance uv findin' a peck uv gold in the next snowdrift." "Which means there's no chance at all." "I reckon that's 'bout the size uv it.

But, colonel, we don't hev to look to the road fur the word." "What do you mean ?" "We'll turn our eyes upward, to the mounting heights.

Some uv us who are jest bound to save the Union are settin' up on top uv high ridges, whar that p'ison band can't go, waitin' to tell us whar _we_ ought to go.
They've got some home-made flags, an' they'll wave 'em to me." "Mr.Reed, you're a man of foresight and perception." "Foresight?
I know what that is.