The river curved and twisted, but he was far more cheerful now.

The San Antonio was like a great coiling rope, but if he followed it long enough he would certainly come to the end that he wished.

The Norther continued to blow.

He and his horse were a huge moving shape of white.

Now and then the snow, coating too thickly upon his serape, fell in lumps to the ground, but it was soon coated anew and as thick as ever.