"It's cheaper for this old wooden-axle outfit to quit than to go on fighting--" "That mean six weeks eef this storm keep up two days longer!" Ba'tiste broke in excitedly.

"By to-morrow morning, ever' snowshed, he will be bank-full of snow.

The track, he will be four inches in ice.

Six week--this country, he can not stand it! Tell him so on the telegraph! Tell him the cattle, he will starve! Peuff! No longer do I think of our machinery! Eef it is los'-- we are los'.

But let eet go.