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Ruth Fielding at Snow Camp - Or, Lost in the Backwoods by pseud. Alice B. Emerson
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"Pray heaven it hold's off soon," groaned his father.

The men could offer them no comfort. Being old woodsmen themselves,
they knew pretty well what the storm foreboded. A veritable blizzard
had swept down from the Lakes and the whole country might be shrouded
for three or four days. Meanwhile, as long as the snow kept falling,
it would be utterly reckless to make search for those lost in the snow.

Jerry and his mates said nothing more at the time, however. They all
made their way to the stables, kicked the drift away from the door,
and got the horses into their stalls. They all went inside out of the
storm and closed the doors against the driving snow. In five minutes,
when the animals were made secure and fed, and they tried to open the
doors again, the wind had heaped the snow to such a height against
them that they could not get out.

Fortunately there was a small door at the other end of the barn, and
by this they all got out and made their way speedily across the
clearing to the house--Long Jerry leading the way. Tom and Bob
realized that they might easily have become lost in that short
distance had they been left to their own resources.

Mr. Cameron was very pale and his lips trembled when he stood before
the three woodsmen in the lodge kitchen,

"You mean that to try to seek for the girls now is impossible,
Jerry?" he asked.

"What do you think about it yourself, sir?" returned the guide. "You
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