Beadle's Dime Novels No. 310: Foghorn Phil — page 8: what you’re looking at

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10 FOGHORN PHIL. ening condition of the clouded sky, appeared to be extra in- centives tu the man’s haste; for occasionally he would glance uneasily around him, scan the lowering clouds, then quicken his footsteps. As darkness came on the heavens gradually assumed a misty-gray color, and the wind, shifting to the north-east— directly into the face of the hunter—grew heavy, dismal and damp. Every thing avound him portended the coming Of a snow-storm—one of those beating, blinding and drifting storms so peculiar to this northern latitude, through which it is impossible for man or beast to journey. Fully impressed with the dangers that hung over him, the hunter pressed on, still clinging to his load as if his life de- pended upon saving it. Mile after mile he left behind him, and still the river was miles away. At length, despite the gloom of night, he sees something like a mighty, snow-white sail, reaching from heaven to earth and bellying to the wind, coming down toward him from the nort-hwest. He knows what it is—a whirlwind of snow. He shudders and draws his blanket closer around him, Then follows a sound like the confused rush of a million tiny wings, and the storm is upon him—striking like the blinding sands of Sahara strike the doomed traveler, _ He pauses, and drawing his blanket hood-like over bis head, turns his back to the storm. He can not move on with_ the blinding SHO beating into his.eyes and face—he can not see a yard before him. ‘ Mingled with that silent awfulness of the storm, he can still hear the long, mournful howling of the wolves and the dismal chattering of the coyotes, and these sounds impress him ‘more fully of bis perilons situation. But be can not £9 on. He is snow-bound, and there upon the open plain, “a the shadows of night around him, be must breast the sto and its attending dangers for—-who could tell how long? Acting upon a sudden impulse, he all at once throws down his meat; then with his foot he scrapes aside the snow at. his feet wndeients himself upom the earth. Then he draws his blanket closer around bim and tucks its edges under him. He secures his rifle and. loosens his revolvers, and with. bis tomabawk clasped firmly in his hand, he remains motionless 7" *y comniclooks.conm