He grabbed the two girls by their hair and shaking them till they were almost dead, he hurled them down through the hole.
Down, down, they went, straight down to where their old grandfather was walking along, little suspecting what was coming.

They both hit him and, coming as they did with such force, they made a deep hole in the earth in which they were almost buried.
That hole is over by Gardnerville.

In that hole Indians can always find plenty of wild-grub--wild-wheat, wild potato, wild acorn--plenty there.

Snow very deep.

No difference.