He brought up a pail of water from the Creek, and tethered his broncho where there was a bunch of grass at the bottom of the ravine.

Before he had finished these operations the ground was white with snow, and the wind was beginning to sigh ominously through the trees.
"Going to be a blizzard, sure," he said.

"But let her blow.

We're all right in here.

Hello! where are those dogs?
After the wolves, I'll be bound.