Courage, True Hearts: Sailing in Search of Fortune
“ He was yap-yapping as if in great grief, tearing up the snow at the foot of a mighty drift and casting it behind him and over him.A pure white dog was the Newfoundland at present, so laden was his coat with the powdery drift."Come on, men, come on," cried Glenvoie, "there yet is hope! The good dog scents something in spite or the snow. It may only be sheep, and yet poor dead frozen Sandie may be amongst them."It took them but a few minutes to reach the cliff and the huge snowdrift that covered its western side. It was then that Duncan remembered something about these rocks. ”
