They hev saw us here ridin' into the mountings, an' they want to pour their snow down on us afore we git whar we want to go." Colonel Winchester looked anxious.
"I don't like it," he said.

"It doesn't suit cavalry to be plunging around in snowdrifts." "You're right, colonel.

Deep snow is shorely hard on hosses.

It looks ez ef we'd be holed up.

B'ars an' catamounts, how them clouds are a-trottin' 'cross the sky! Here come the fust flakes an' they look ez big ez feathers!" The colonel's anxiety deepened, turning rapidly to alarm.
"You spoke of our being holed up, Mr.Reed, what did you mean by it ?" he asked.
"Shet in by the snow.