He came back soon and took down a bit of the fence and harnessed Old Doctor and hitched him to the sledgehouse.

The tunnel was just wide enough to let us through with a tight pinch here and there.

The footing was rather soft' and the horse had hard pulling.

We went in the field, struggling on afoot--we little people--while Uncle Eb led the horse.

He had to stop frequently to tunnel through a snowdrift, and at dusk we had only got half-way to the bridge from our cave in the cat.