E. Donald Carr, A Night in the Snow
“ This was between four and five o’clock in the afternoon, rather more than twenty-seven hours from the time I had left Wolstaston.My friends tell me that had they not known who it was, they would scarcely have recognised me. Dressed in another man’s clothes, exceedingly thin, with eyes fearfully bloodshot, and fingers stiff and shrunken, the middle finger more resembling a dead stick, they say, with the gray and wrinkled bark on, than the living member of a human body, this is scarcely to be wondered at. I was glad to go to bed at once, and to have my feet and hands well rubbed with snow. ”
