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Ruth Fielding at Snow Camp - Or, Lost in the Backwoods by pseud. Alice B. Emerson
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"I wish we'd let the boys come with us," said Helen.

"Won't they have the laugh on us?" observed Madge.

"I don't care if they do," mourned Lluella. "I wish they were here
to help us home."

"Come, come!" said Ruth, cheerfully. "We ought to be able to help
ourselves. Here is a big tree with drooping branches. Let's get under
it where the snow is not so deep. It may hold up in a little while,
and then we can start fresh. Come around here where the wind won't
get at us."

She led the way and the other girls crowded after her. The low-branched
tree broke the force of the gale. Ruth lifted the end of one
sweeping branch and her friends all crawled beneath the shelter, and
as she followed them Heavy squealed:

"Oh, oh, oh! suppose there should be a bear under here?"

"Nonsense! suppose there should be a griffin--or a unicorn. Don't
be foolish," snapped Madge.

They at once found the retreat a perfect windbreak, and became
comfortable--all hugging together "like a nestful of owlets," Helen
said, and all declared themselves as "warm as toast."

But the wind howled mournfully through the wood, and the snow sifted
down with a strange, mysterious "hush--hush--hus-s-sh" that made them
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