It was still pitchy dark outside when Andy, at eight o'clock in the morning, lurched into the kitchen at the Post house, and fell sprawling upon the floor.

He had been battling the storm for ten hours.
David and Margaret, Eli and Mark and several others were there.

Doctor Joe was at breakfast in the Factor's quarters, and they called him.
Andy's face was covered with a mass of caked snow and ice.

His nose and cheeks and chin were white and badly frosted, and upon removing his mittens and moccasins, his hands and feet were found to be in the same condition.
Mr.MacCreary, the factor, placed a bed at Doctor Joe's disposal, and when the frost had been removed and circulation had been restored, Andy was tucked into warm blankets.
"That chap had grit," remarked Mr.MacCreary as he and Doctor Joe left David and Margaret by the bedside and Andy asleep.

"The Angus boys are all gritty fellows.