Capital journal., July 21, 1956, Image 18

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Our Store grey shapes loom out of
THE VEIL OF SWIRLING SNOW AND CREEP
TOWARD THE MOUND OF SNOW WHERE
PRINCE ARN LIES BURIED. '
THEN ANOTHER SHAPE TAKES FORM,
AND-GARMS HEAVY SPEAR BRINGS
DOWN THE NEAREST WOLF. THE
OTHERS FADE AWAY, SILENTLY, AS
THEY HAD COME. , .
AND GARM GIVES A SIGH OF RELIEF AS HE
UNCOVERS HIS YOUNG MASTER. ARN IS
SLEEPING, AND HIS ROSY CHEEKS ATTEST
THAT HE IS WARM. ALL EXCEPT THE TIP
OF HIS NOSE.... WHICH IS FROZEN.
GARM LEADS THE WAY BACK TO THE SHELTER HE HAD
BUILT, CARRYING THE DEER, WHOSE WARM BODY HAD
SAVED ARN FROM FREEZING TO DEATH.
WITHIN THE SHELTER IT IS WARM AND ARN'S FROST
BITTEN NOSE THAWS. HE IS ASTONISHED THAT SUCH
A SMALL THING CAN HURT SO MUCH I
AND STILL THE BITTER STORM ROARS
OVER THE MOUNTAINS. AND THE SNOW
BECOMFS EVER DEEPER IN THEIR SHEL
TERED VPJ.LEY. THEY CUT A SUPPLY OF
FL'EL AGAIWST THE TIME WHEN EVEN
Tl : TREES WILL BE COVERED.
NOW THE HUT IS COMPLETELY BURIED, AND STILL IT SNOWS I
NIGHT AND DAY ARE AS ONE. TIME S&MS TO STAND STILL
BUT THE TWO IMPRISONED TRAVELERS ARE NOT IDLE FOR '
TOEREt5rN HOME' PARAT,0NS TO MAKE FOR THEIR ATTEMPT
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