Of a sudden Old Doctor went up to his neck in a wall of deep snow that seemed to cut us off completely.

He struggled a moment, falling on his side and wrenching the shafts from the runners.

Uncle Eb went to work vigorously with his shovel and had soon cut a narrow box stall in the deep snow around Old Doctor.

Just beyond the hill dipped sharply and down the slope we could see the stubble sticking through the shallow snow.

'We'll hev t' stop right where we are until mornin',' he said.