 | Martha Foley, Edward Joseph Harrington O'Brien - 1921 - 548 pàgines
...blurred skyline, answered absently, " Usual answer is, ' Leave? It's all I can do to stay here.' " Smith regarded him irritably. " Why should any sane...hurry. You get to shelter or you freeze to death." A gust of wind flung a powder of snow stingingly against their faces. The traveler withdrew his head... | |
 | Martha Foley, Edward Joseph O'Brien - 1921 - 550 pàgines
...beyond the man with the far-seeing eyes of the plainsman. He spoke under his breath as if he were alone. wave of bitterness. " The first pioneers had to wait,...hurry. You get to shelter or you freeze to death." A gust of wind flung a powder of snow stingingly against their faces. The traveler withdrew his head... | |
 | Howard Copeland Hill, Rollo La Verne Lyman - 1924 - 560 pàgines
...snow. Look like a blizzard to you, Hillas ? " The traveller sat up. "Blizzard ?" "Yes," Dan drawled, "the real Dakota article, where blizzards are made....of your eastern imitations, but a ninety-mile wind. Only one good thing about a blizzard — it's over in a hurry. You get to shelter or you freeze to... | |
 | 1925 - 568 pàgines
...replaced the flap and returned the parcel, his chin a little higher. Dan watched the northern sky line restlessly. " It won't be snow. Look like a blizzard...hurry. You get to shelter or you freeze to death." A gust of wind flung a powder of snow stingingly against their faces. The traveler withdrew his head... | |
 | 1926 - 974 pàgines
...northern sky-line restlessly. " It won't be snow. Look like a blizzard to you, Hillas ? " The traveller sat up. "Blizzard?" " Yes," Dan drawled in willing...hurry. You get to shelter or you freeze to death." A gust of wind flung a powder of snow stingingly against their faces. The traveller withdrew his head... | |
 | Blanche Colton Williams, Harry Hansen, Herschel Brickell - 1920 - 330 pàgines
...northern sky-line restlessly. " It won't be snow. Look like a blizzard to you, Hillas ? " The traveller sat up. " Blizzard? " " Yes," Dan drawled in willing...hurry. You get to shelter or you freeze to death." A gust of wind flung a powder of snow stingingly against their faces. The traveller withdrew his head... | |
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Dan drawled in willing contribution to his uneasiness, " the real Dakota article where blizzards are made. None of your eastern imitations, but a ninetymile wind that whets slivers of ice off the frozen drifts all the way down from the North Pole. Only... 