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Title: My strange rescue, and other stories of sport and adventure in Canada
Year: 1895 (1890s)
Authors: Oxley, James Macdonald, 1855-1907
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Publisher: London T. Nelson
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
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snow-shoes, in the use of whichthey were both expert, the superintendent and Harrymade better progress than they had been doing in thesleigh, and now the chief anxiety was to hit the right spoton the other side of the lake, where the road continuedthrough the woods. On a clear day Mr. Maynard would have found littledifficulty in doing this, but in the midst of a blindingsnowstorm it was no easy task ; yet their very lives de-pended upon its successful accomplishment. When they reached the middle of the lake they weredismayed to discover that the heavily - falling snowshrouded not only the shore for which they were making,but the one which they had left. They were absolutelywithout a mark to guide them. Here was an unexpected peril. Mr. Maynard haltedand strove to peer through the ominous obscurity of white,but on every side it was the same. What are we to do now, Harry ? he cried in a toneof deep concern. I cant make out our way at all. By this time Harrys spirits, which had hitherto
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THE POOR CI,E\TURES WHINNIED APPEALINGLY. Page 100. LOST ON THE LIMITS. 103 been keeping up bravely, were beginning to fall, forhe was growing weary of the long struggle with thestorm. Im sure I dont know, he responded ruefully. Isuppose there is nothing else to do but to push ahead andtake our chances of hitting the shore somewhere. Thats about all, Harry, was the superintendentsreply. Just rest a minute to get your breath, and thenwell make a dash for it. For a little space they stood still and silent, the mind ofeach absorbed in anxious thought, and then Mr. Maynardcalled out,— Come along now, Harry. Keep right in my tracks,and Ill see if I cant make the shore all right. For half-an-hour they toiled steadily onward, and wellit was for both that they had such skill in the use ofsnow-shoes. Without them they could not have made ahundred yards headway, so heavy was the snow. Even asit was, the hard work told upon Harry, and presently hehad to call to his companion,— Hold on a minu

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