Frederick R. Bechdolt,
Sealed Orders
(1912)
“ They come and fell straight down on us; they come and rose up from under our feet, and smothered us with dry snow that was as fine as flour; they shoved us back from dead ahead; they knocked us down from astern. Blow! It nigh to blowed the hair off of our heads. Cold! Our cheeks and noses was frost-bit half the time; our fingers would freeze the minute we took off our mittens to ontie a sled rope. And little Jefferey, with his whiskers a fringe of solid ice, stayed with it like a man in a fight that does not know he is licked. ”
