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"Oh, Polly, how thrilling!" exclaimed Eleanor.
"Once when father and I rode over this same trail to find a trapper who
had pelts for sale, we got caught in a blizzard. We got the pelts but
we also got the storm, and lucky for us that we had the pelts first.
"I never had experienced a real mountain storm, but father had, so he
showed me what to do. I think I would know now just what to do in case
of another surprise."
"Bu-r-r-r! Let's hope you won't have to practice on us," laughed
Eleanor, pretending to shiver.
"Stop your nonsense, Nolla! I don't want to think of such dreadful
things," cried Barbara.
"And I want to hear about how the pelts saved her life," added Anne.
"It's real interesting, Bob, so let me tell them," asked Polly, and
receiving no unfavorable word or look, she proceeded:
"It was the Fourth of July, and of course no one would start on a ride
wearing a fur-lined coat, so father and I had on our summer clothes.
"After riding along Top Notch Trail for a time, we met the trapper and
bargained for the furs, then started back by a new trail he told us of.
It led past Pagoda Peak, and just as we got to the base of the peak and
discovered the down-trail, the blizzard came swooping upon us without
warning.
"Father and I tried to keep going, but the gale traveled too fast and
blew in whirling eddies, so we got the pelts out of the bundle, and
wrapped ourselves in the largest ones.
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