Capital journal., June 30, 1956, Image 21

OurSfonji PRINCE ARN SHOUTS, AND
BY THE SOUND OP HIS VOICE GARM
KNOWS SUCCESS HAS AT LAST CROWNED
THEIR WEEKS OF TOIL.
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BELOW HEM STRETCH MILES OF FERTILE
PLAIN AWAITING THE FARMER'S PLOW...
AND THEY HAVE FOUND A FEASIBLE
ROUTE ON WHICH TO REACH IT WITH A
ROAD. "
IT SEEMS AS THOUGH THEIR SURVEY
WILL BE COMPLETE IN A FEW HOURS.
AS THEY WORK THEIR WAY DOWN THE
SLOPE GARM MARKS THE WAY WITH
CAIRNS, WHILE ARN CAREFULLY MARKS
HIS MAP.
SUDDENLY GREAT CLOUDS ROLL OVER THE HEIGHTS
BEHIND THEM, BLOTTING OUT THE SUN, AND AN
OMINOUS WIND MOANS AMONG THE PEAKS.
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'HASTEN. YOUNG MASTER ?' URGES GARM, AS THE IRST
FLAKES COME HISSING DOWN. "WE MUST REACH THE
SHELTER OF THE TREES IN THE PASS. IT WOULD BE FATAL
TO GET TRAPPED. StL SNOW ON THS SDE OP THE MOUNTAINS 1 m
- -.
SOON THE GROUND IS WHITE V.T.H
SNOW AND THEY WOULD CERTAINLY
HAVE BECOME LOST WERE IT NOT
FOR THE MARKERS.
w.n w w not. rnim 2 7-1-3
1
WHILE STEPPING OVER A TINY BROOK
ARN SLIPS. AT ANY OTHER TIME THIS
MIGHT BE FUNNY, BUT NOW IT ONLY
FILLS GARM WITH DREAD.
roARH HnE-LTER- THE WIND '5 BITTER
F'rAi-'VcADY ARN ,S SHIVERING THE
ga-sVa6 k,ng of 7hule 15 ,N
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