If they failed to get through, one of them said he would drive over to Paradise Valley, if possible, and tell the Browers we were all right.
On our return, Uncle Eb began shoveling a tunnel in the cut.

When we got through to the open late in the afternoon we saw the scraper party going back with their teams.
'Guess they've gi'n up fer t'day,' said he.

'Snow's powerful deep down there below the bridge.

Mebbe we can get 'round to where the road's clear by goin' 'cross lots.

I've a good mind t' try it.' Then he went over in the field and picked a winding way down the hill toward the river, while we children stood watching him.