Sunset Ranch: A Story of a Boy's Adventures in the West — page 91: what you’re looking at

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A Dakota Blizzard. 83 “You bet,” said Cuthbert, and he nodded signifi- cantly out to where the storm still raged. “Guess we might start a fire a-going,” suggested Karl. “Why, sure,’ said Cuthbert; “that’s just the thing.” | And, springing up, the two boys scoured the im- mediate timber for fallen limbs. Suddenly Cuthbert called out: “Hi, Karl, here’s a find!” Karl rushed to his side. “Gee whittaker!” he yelled. “We're playing in luck. Now, jest who flung up this old log cabin here, I wonder?” It was in fairly decent condition, and while the door had fallen from its leather hinges, that mat- tered little, as the opening was toward the south. It was a godsend to the boys, and they proceeded to make themselves at home. “Say, I remember!” suddenly exclaimed Karl. “A lone trapper owned this shanty. The feller used to store beaver pelts and some other skins, and I reckon he’s dead now. Any old way, we're here an’ he’s not, and that’s all there’s to it.” “Them’s my sentiments,’ quoth Cuthbert. It was a most wonderful freak of fortune that they should have run across this old cabin—one chance in a thousand, and all the more acceptable on that account. At once they took possession, and presently had a cheery blaze started on the hearth that still bore the blackend embers of what was possibly the poor old trapper’s last fire. How good it felt! New life seemed to come with the reaction, and while Cuthbert kept accumulating wood, Karl carried in the packages of buffalo meat, and then secured the horses at the leeward side of comiclooks C©