Eet come this way, near' ev' spring.

Las' year the road tie up--and the year before.

Oh," he shrugged his shoulders, "that is what one get for living in a country where the railroad eet chase eetself all over the mountain before eet get here." "There wouldn't be any chance at the tunnel either, would there?
They haven't cut through yet." "No--and they won' finish until June.

That is when they figure--" "That's a long way off." "Too long," agreed Ba'tiste, and turned again toward the telegrapher, once more alert over a speaking key.

But before it could carry anything but a fragmentary message, life was gone again, and the operator turned to the snow-caked window, with its dreary exterior of whirling snow that seemed to come ever faster.
"Things are going to get bad in this country if this keeps up," came at last.