The Adventures of Rover Boys: 26 Illustrated Adventure Novels. Stratemeyer Edward

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      CHAPTER XXV

       SNOWED IN

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      With the coming of night the downfall of snow increased until it was impossible to see a dozen feet in any direction. The wind also increased in fury until it blew a regular gale. At first this was in their favor, being directly on their backs and sending them over the ice at a furious pace, but soon it shifted, first to the left and then to in front of them, and now further progress appeared out of the question.

      "I'm afraid we can't make it!" gasped Dick, turning to catch his breath. "I'm almost winded now."

      "I've got to stop," came from Sam. "I'm ready to drop."

      "I can't see a thing," said Tom. "And I'm in mortal terror of skating into some big air-hole."

      "You are right, lads, we'll have to give up the idea of reaching camp to-night," came from John Barrow seriously. "But where to take you to out of this awful storm I scarcely know."

      "Any kind of shelter will do," said Sam. "We can rig up a hut under some big cedar tree."

      "In that case, let us stick as closely to the river as possible."

      "Why?"

      "We can get fish then, if we need 'em."

      No more was said, and the guide at once led the way to a thick camp of cedars growing but a rod away from the edge of the river. The cedars formed something of a circle, about fifteen feet in diameter, and by clearing out some brush wood in the center they made quite a cozy resting place. On the outside the cedars were laced together, and the snow was banked up on all sides, leaving but one opening, two feet wide and several feet high, for the purpose of supplying them with fresh air.

      By the time the shelter was ready for use all the boys were so fagged out they could scarcely stand. Dick and the guide had brought blankets with them, and one of these was placed over the opening temporarily, to keep out a large part of the wind. Then a candle was lit and John Barrow burnt up a little brushwood, "jest to take the chill outer the place," as he explained. They did not dare to let the flames grow too high for fear of setting fire to the cedars themselves.

      As the boys lay on the brushwood resting, they heard the wind outside increasing in violence, and saw the cedars bend to and fro, and listened to them creak dismally.

      "Mr. Barrow, how long do you reckon this storm will last?" questioned Tom.

      "There is no tellin' lad. Perhaps through the night, an' perhaps for a couple o' days."

      "If it lasts two days, we'll be snowed in for keeps!" came from Sam.

      The guide shrugged his shoulders. "True, Sam, but we've got to take what comes."

      "Let us take account of our provisions," said Dick. "If there is any prospect of our being snowed in we'll have to eat sparingly, or run the risk of being starved to death."

      There was not much to count up; some meat and crackers Dick and the guide had brought along, and the meat, crackers, and the rabbit in Tom and Sam's store. In his pockets John Bar row also carried some coffee, sugar, and some salt.

      "Not such a very small lot," was Dick's comment. "But it might be more."

      A scanty evening meal was quickly disposed of, and then the candle was blown out, and all retired to rest. The boys were soon sound asleep, and presently the guide followed, but with his hand on his gun, ready for any attack by man or beast, should it come.

      The night passed quietly enough, for presently the wind went down. The snow grew thicker than ever, until it covered the river to a depth of two feet and more. Around the cedars there was a huge drift, burying the shelter completely.

      It was Dick who roused up first, to find all pitch-dark around him. Bringing out a match, he lit the candle and looked at his watch.

      "Seven o'clock!" he murmured. "Guess I'll go out and see what the weather is."

      Stretching himself, he walked to the blanket which had been placed over the opening, and tried to thrust it aside. At once a mass of snow came tumbling down and sifted in all directions, a good share on Tom's face.

      "Hi! who's washing my face with snow?" cried Tom, as he opened his eyes and sat up. "That's a mean trick, Dick, on a fellow who is dead tired out."

      "I didn't mean to do it, Tom. I was going outside, to see how the weather is. I reckon the snow is pretty deep."

      The talking aroused the guide and Sam, and soon all were on their feet. The snow in the opening was pushed back and they forced their way outside, to find themselves in a drift up to their waists.

      "Gosh, but we are right in it!" was Tom's comment. "See, the river is completely covered. That settles skating."

      "And the worst of it is, it is still snowing," came from Dick.

      "With no signs of letting up," finished John Barrow. "Boys, I am afraid we are snowed in, or snowed up, just as you feel like calling it."

      "Do you mean we'll have to remain here?" questioned Sam quickly.

      "For the present. We are a good four miles from the pond, and we can't tramp that in this storm."

      The wind was rising again, with a dull moaning through the timber, and sending the flakes whirling in all directions, and they were glad enough to get back to the shelter of the cedars.

      "We'll clear a space in the snow and start a fire," said the guide. "A hot cup o' coffee will do us all good."

      "And we can cook that other rabbit Tom and I brought along," put in Sam.

      Brushwood was handy, and Tom helped to cut some of this with the hunting knife he had brought along. Soon a lively blaze was warming them up, and water was boiling for the coffee, while the rabbit was cleaned, and broiled on a long fork in the guide's outfit. Crackers were running low, and they had but two apiece.

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