I may drift to the west, but that won't lose us much.

Come on, now." "Hamlin, let me break trail." "We 'll take it turn about, Sam.

It 'll be worse in an hour than it is now.

All ready, boys." Blinded by the sleet, staggering to the fierce pummelling of the wind, yet clinging desperately to his horse's bit, the Sergeant struggled forward in the swirl of the storm..