Indianapolis The Bobbs-Merrill Company Publishers Press of Braunworth & Co. Bookbinders and Printers Brooklyn, N.Y. Engine Number 206, narrow gauge, was pushing, or rather failing to push, the old-fashioned box-plow through the crusted drifts on the uptilted shoulder of Plug Mountain, at altitude ten thousand feet, with the mercury at twelve below zero. There was a wind--the winter day above timber-line without its wind is as rare as a thawing Christmas--and it cut like knives through any garmenting lighter than fur or leather. The cab of the 206 was old and weather-shaken, and Ford pulled the collar of his buffalo coat about his ears when the grunting of the exhaust and the shrilling of th…
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