The Snow Woman
The young man followed his master through the freezing wind. Just up the small hill and a hundred yards off was the ferry that would take them closer to home.
The winter storm had caught the young man and his master many miles from their village. It had been a cold autumn so the master and his apprentice had had to venture farther and farther afield to attend to their trade of wood-gathering.
Reaching the top of the hill they both saw with some relief the ferryman’s cabin. They had crossed the river early that morning some miles downstream. The weather had turned so bad, neither men thought it possible to reach the bridge before the worst of the storm hit.
Snow flurries swirled at their feet and the wind howled in their faces. As they went down the hill It felt, to the young man, that the hill had turned upside down and he was again climbing it.
The old man, wearied by his heavy burden, fell to his knees in front of his apprentice. The young man quickly reached his master.
“We must abandon our packs if we are to make it.”
The master, breathless, nodded his agreement and the young man helped him unstrap his pack of wood. Shedding his own pack as fast as he could, he helped his master to his feet and ushered him towards the shelter of the ferryman’s hut.
The storm was reaching it’s full strength as the young man, nearly carrying his master, made the shelter of the shack. The door was whipping wildly on its hinges.
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The young man followed his master through the freezing wind. Just up the small hill and a hundred yards off was the ferry that would take them closer to home.
The winter storm had caught the young man and his master many miles from their village. It had been a cold autumn so the master and his apprentice had had to venture farther and farther afield to attend to their trade of wood-gathering.
Reaching the top of the hill they both saw with some relief the ferryman’s cabin. They had crossed the river early that morning some miles downstream. The weather had turned so bad, neither men thought it possible to reach the bridge before the worst of the storm hit.
Snow flurries swirled at their feet and the wind howled in their faces. As they went down the hill It felt, to the young man, that the hill had turned upside down and he was again climbing it.
The old man, wearied by his heavy burden, fell to his knees in front of his apprentice. The young man quickly reached his master.
“We must abandon our packs if we are to make it.”
The master, breathless, nodded his agreement and the young man helped him unstrap his pack of wood. Shedding his own pack as fast as he could, he helped his master to his feet and ushered him towards the shelter of the ferryman’s hut.
The storm was reaching it’s full strength as the young man, nearly carrying his master, made the shelter of the shack. The door was whipping wildly on its hinges.
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