It appeared as if the violence of the storm had only waited for this
moment of general disaster; for now the wind tore along great masses of
snow, that rose around us to the height of several feet, covering up
the horses to their backs, and embedding the men to their armpits. Loud
booming masses announced the fall of avalanches near, and the sky became
darkened, like as if night was approaching. Words cannot convey the
faintest conception of that scene of terror, dismay, and confusion.
Guides shouting and swearing; cries of distress and screams of anguish
mingled with the rattling thunder and the whistling wind. Some were for
trying to go back; others proclaimed it impossible; each instant a new
disaster occurred. The baggage had disappeared altogether, Betty Cobb
being saved, as it sank, by almost superhuman efforts of the guide.
Paddy Byrne, who had mistaken the kick of a horse on the back of his
head for a blow, had pitched into one of the guides, and they were now
fighting in four feet of snow, and likely to carry their quarrel out of
the world with them. Taddy was "nowhere." To add to this uproar, papa
had, in mistake for brandy, drunk two-thirds of a bottle of complexion
wash, and screamed out that he was poisoned. Of mamma I could see
nothing; but a dense group surrounded her sledge, and showed me she was
in trouble.
I could not give you an idea of what followed, for incidents of peril
were every moment interrupted by something ludicrous. The very efforts
we made to disengage ourselves were constantly attended by some absurd
catastrophe, and no one could stir a step without either a fall, or
a plunge up to the waist in soft snow. The horses, too, would make no
efforts to rise, but lay to be snowed over as if perfectly indifferent
to their fate. By good fortune our britschka, from which the wheels had
been taken off, was in a sledge to the rear, and mamma, Cary, and myself
were crammed into this, to which all the horses, and men also, were
speedily harnessed, and by astonishing efforts we were enabled to get
on. Papa and Betty were wedged fast into one sledge, and attached to us
by a tow-rope, and thus we at length proceeded.
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