Hugh wore warm gloves especially suited for driving, or any purpose when the zero mark was approached by the mercury in the tube of the thermometer.

He also kept his ears well muffled up by means of a toque of dark blue worsted, which he wore under his ordinary cap.
As he had on a heavy wool-lined pea-jacket that buttoned close up under his chin the boy found nothing to complain about in that cold atmosphere, for his blood coursed through his veins with all the richness of healthy youth.
"But all the same," he was telling himself, as he passed an humble cottage where, through a dingy window, a lone lamp could be seen; and some children gathered about the kitchen stove, "I'm thinking this bracing weather that we boys have wanted to see so much, is pretty hard on poor folks.

The world is unevenly divided, as mother often says; some have too much for their own good; and others far too little for comfort." He presently arrived at his destination.

The neighbor's horse, while not at all fleet, was a steady goer, and Hugh had not allowed him to "loaf on the job" so long as he could touch the whip to the animal's broad back.
The sack of potatoes was soon tucked away in the back part of the big sleigh.

He also bundled some extra coverings about it, which he had brought along with him, to prevent any chance of the precious tubers freezing.