I'm fearin' I'll never be able to cross un though, when I comes to the next un." Presently, as Jamie had thought would be the case, he came to another marsh.

It satisfied him that he was going in the right direction, but at the same time it lay out before him as a well-nigh impassable barrier.

The wind was driving the snow across it in swirling dense clouds, and he stood for a little in the shelter of the trees and viewed it with heavy heart.
"'Tis a bigger mesh than the other," he commented to himself, "but I'll have to try to cross un.

I can't bide here.

I'll freeze to death with no shelter and I has no axe for makin' a shelter.