"I was trailing a buck, when suddenly the wind shrieked and almost instantly the sky turned black. Great puffy black clouds scudded overhead. Startled, I hastily turned toward the edge of the Park where my bunch was to have met me. I hadn't come a quarter of a mile before the blizzard let loose. It was as though the whole country had been blotted out. The snow cut at my face and I couldn't keep my eyes open. I ran into trees and fell over roots. Finally, I fired my rifle into the...
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