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"I am not four feet from the house," Amalia said to herself, frantic at feeling nothing but the snow-filled air. "It must be here. or here. or there. ."
But it was not there. It was as though the house had vanished, leaving her in a welter of flying, whirling clouds of snow. Arms out, she staggered frantically, her eyes and mouth and nostrils filled with the smothering thing. One thought only possessed her, as it has possessed good mothers always,--her child. She must get to little Emil, alone in the cabin, sleeping there in his bed.