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Father Winter
That day they literally waded through the snow and mud, amd made but ten miles' progress. They found a house a little better, or better furnished, than an Indian wigwam; but it gave a shelter from the storm during the night. They had met with no mishap during the day, except an occasional fall of the horses by getting mired and pitching them into the snow. But no one being injured, Mrs. Winter speaks well of the ride.
Saturday, November 14, the snow continued to fall, but melted next to the ground, so that it hardly increased in depth.
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