As we intended to make the round trip in one day—a little over 40 miles—we started at daylight, making slow progress where the snow was drifted but going faster where wind had either made a crust or flown the top snow away.
Willie was considerate and kept enquiring if I was alright, but kept up a pace much beyond my usual speed. Although feeling really tired after three or four hours, I wasn’t going to let him know it—and assured him that I was O.K. but by the time we arrived at Pine Lake and stopped for dinner, the backs of my legs were aching terribly with what is known as snowshoe sickness and
