 ... heads of the outcasts. The sun again forsook them, and again from leaden skies the snow-flakes were sifted over the land. Day by day closer around them drew the snowy circle, until at last they looked from their prison over drifted walls of dazzling...  The Atlantic Monthly - Stran 6281870Celotni ogled - O knjigi
 | 1901 - 1042 strani
...from their prison over drifted walls of dazzling white, that towered twenty feet above their heads. It became more and more difficult to replenish their...more cheerful than she had been, assumed the care of 1'iney. Only Mother Shipton — once the strongest of the party, seemed to sicken and fade. At midnight... | |
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