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There was death in its blinding whiteness, death in its numbing torpor
death in its piercing cold; but beyond was life and wife and honour and
reward.
The sight of the snow drove Mir Khan to more desperate means, for,
without some critical success, beyond the Palári he dared not go, since
his opponents might be able to count on reinforcement, and the pass
close behind him.
But to Terrington the pressure of the enemy now became less serious
than the difficulties of the road. His men soon learnt the value of
snow as a protection, and snow entrenchments were much more rapidly
constructed than stone sangars. But with every march the strength of
his coolies was declining, and they could scarcely carry their reduced
loads. The horses, barely able to keep their footing on the frozen
ground, became at once exhausted when the deep snow was reached, and
had to be killed and eaten. This brought him almost to the end of his
fuel, and left the wounded to be carried by effectives who were already
beginning to feel the strain of constant fighting and the toil of
forcing their way through a foot's depth of snow. Moreover every hour
of ascent brought them into an air perceptibly rarer, and increased
grievously the stress of every added effort.
On the second day they reached the terrible region of the winds, and
for three hours waited helpless in a blast of icy crystals that cut the
face till it bled, and froze the eyelids with the tears that it brought
to them, and made every breath a pain.
The storm struck without warning. The snow ahead seemed suddenly to
rise on end; the next instant the awful gray mist of ice was tearing
past them. For those three hours it was impossible to move or to see.
The air seemed as thick as a river jellied with snow, and even when the
eyes could be opened, the clotted whiteness hid the end of one's arm.
Where the men clung together in frightened and shivering groups, the
wind piled drifts on the lee side up to their necks.
It seemed as though the snows of all the mountains was being swept into
the sea, and yet scarcely a flake fell upon the rear-guard, fighting
some few hundred feet below.
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