Chapter 14
That night a world of white
enveloped the farm. Snow whirled in a
mad dance as the wind whistled. From
time to time, someone emerged from the house to check the animals huddled in
their stalls in the barn. It became
necessary to tie a rope from the house to the barn; in that blowing white abyss
one might get lost in the mere 50 yards that separated the two buildings.
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