Ruth Fielding at Snow Camp - Or, Lost in the Backwoods by pseud. Alice B. Emerson
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over to the fire.
She glanced back over her shoulder. The leaping flames she could not see; but their glow made a round spot of rosy light against the screen of the falling snow. The mystery of the sight terrified her for a moment. Would she ever be able to fight her way back to that ledge? "Our Father, help me!" was her unspoken prayer, and then she plunged on. She heard the shrill cries of her friends behind; ahead the lost one shouted out once more. "Here! here! This way! Help!" "I'm coming!" responded Ruth Fielding and, beaten as she was by the gale behind, kept steadily on. The way began to rise before her. She was ascending the other bank of the gully. Suddenly through the snow-wreath that surrounded her she saw something waving. She sprang forward with renewed courage, crying again: "I'm coming!" The next moment she seized somebody's gloved hand. "Oh, oh!" cried a shrill, terrified voice. "Who are you? Help me! I am freezing. can't walk--" |
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