'Went over the cliff Went kerplunk in the deep snow, er there'd have been nuthin' left uv us.

Snow's meltin' jest as if it was July.' Uncle Eb helped us into our heavy coats, and then with a blanket over his arm led us into the wet snow.

We came out upon clear ice in a moment and picked our way along the lowering shore.

At length Uncle Eb clambered up, pulling us up after him, one by one.

Then he whistled to Old Doctor, who whinnied a quick reply.