The smell of this horse blanket was less endurable than the cold.

Carley huddled down into a state of apathetic misery.

Already she had enough of the West.
But the sleet storm passed, the clouds broke, the sun shone through, greatly mitigating her discomfort.

By and by the road led into a section of real forest, unspoiled in any degree.

Carley saw large gray squirrels with tufted ears and white bushy tails.