Nuthin' on earth could drive me out uv 'em." He looked up at the lofty ridges hidden now and then by the whirling snow, and his eyes glistened.

It was a stern and wild scene, but he knew that it made the snug cove and the log cabins all the snugger.

The flakes were increasing now, and an evil wind was driving them hard in the men's faces.

The wind, as it came through the gorges, had many voices, too, howling and shrieking in wrath.

The young troopers were devoutly grateful for the heavy overcoats and gloves with which a thoughtful general had provided them.
But there was one man in the regiment to whom wind and snow brought a certain pleasure.