Far away to the northwest we could
see a low hanging cloud of smoke where the fire was still burning.
"Blacky ought to have a hay medal," said Jack at breakfast. "If I
had any hay I'd twist him up one as big as a door-mat."
But Blacky, unlike Snoozer, seemed to have no pride in his
achievement, and he wandered all around the neighborhood trying to
find a mouthful of grass which had been missed by the fire; but he
was not successful.
"If the frozen man had been here last night he'd have been thawed
out," I said.
"Yes; and if Shaw had been here, what a good time it would have
been for him to let the fire run over his hair and clear off the
thickest of it!" returned Jack.
We started on, but the long wind had brought bad weather, and
before noon it began to snow. It kept up the rest of the day, and
by night it was three or four inches deep. We stopped at noon at
Lance Creek, and made our night camp at Willow Creek; at each place
there was a stage station in charge of one man. It cleared off as
night came on, but the wind changed to the north, and it grew
rapidly colder.
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