“Then it’s a rock––well, I’m blessed! the thing is moving!”
Something was certainly astir in the mass of snow overhead.
“I guess it’s a angel that has lost its way,” submitted Hoe.
“More likely it’s a grizzly b’ar that’s stumbled off the rocks––”
But all these speculations were scattered to the winds by the sound of a voice muffled and seemingly far away, which came to them through the storm:
“Helloa, the house!”