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LAauGgHING Boy the snow about their ponies’ hooves stayed still, although the fall of flakes continued. Laughing Boy was preoccupied with thoughts of the road, but his wife contrasted this ride with the other time when they had ridden this way together. First it is the top of a stove and then it is an ice- machine, she thought; yet I am beginning to love it. Cliffs loomed before them, duskily blue with snowflakes rebounding and zigzagging before they touched the rock. The snow was beginning to drift. ‘These are not the right cliffs,” he said; ‘the wind must have shifted, I think. I was afraid it would.’ ‘What shall we do, then?’ ‘I think this is Inaiyé Cletso’i; we follow to the ‘Why not camp here?’ ‘We must find firewood. We might just sleep zere and not wake up. Come along, little sister, zerhaps we shall find a hogahn.’ They continued, he fully occupied, she miser- zble with nothing to do save follow. Sometimes the snow whirled up at them, sometimes a flaw would sting their faces with fine, white dust. Their heavy blankets felt thin as cotton over ] heir shoulders.

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