The smaller ones we used for our
feet. Father found two great bear-skins and covered the horse--that
acted as a shield on one side from the storm--the other horses stood in
front and back of us, making three sides protected.
"Father then made me creep with him to the refuge made by the three
horses and there we remained. The horses stood perfectly still
throughout the blizzard, which lasted only an hour at most, and the
steam they exuded from their bodies kept us quite warm as we crouched
under them.
"When the storm blew over, we dug a way out and removed the horse
blankets and fur pelts from the horses. Then we rolled our own
coverings into the bundle and started on down-trail. But the floods of
melting snow caused wash-outs and it was risky going. When we reached
the first Park never a sign of snow was there, and the only result of
that mountain blizzard was an added flood of water pouring down the
gulleys to the bottoms and valley."
"Oh, Polly, what an interesting book your adventures would make!"
exclaimed Eleanor.
"I'd like to write it down as you tell it, Polly, and we can surely
find a publisher for it," added Anne, eagerly.
"Really! Oh, how I'd love to tell such a story!" said Polly, all
enthusiasm.
"We'll try it as soon as we get back to-night!" promised Anne.
The going was easy, so Polly told of other adventures: of the trip to
Buffalo Park when a bear chased them; of her meeting with Old
Montresor, the gold-seeker of Grizzly Slide and his pitiful story; of
the nights spent out on the mountains, watching beside a dying camp-
fire, or listening to the call of the moose to his mate on a moonlit
night; of the wonderful sport fishing in trout-filled streams, or
seeking gorgeous flora and strange fauna on the peaks, and again
photographing wild beasts and birds that never showed a fear of her as
she traversed their domains.
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