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Father Winter
For eighteen miles they followed the beach, with a wind blowing which sailors did not dare to brave. In some places the space between the lake and perpendicular rocks was so narrow that the waves and spray dashed over the path, greatly frightening the horses and making their situation really dangerous. For ten miles, as they followed the beach, they had no opportunity to warm themselves, and really felt in danger of perishing from cold.
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