January was bitter cold. There were blizzards and snowstorms, and
people, as well as stock, suffered intensely. Horses were frozen to
death and whole flocks of sheep perished. Justine, young, strong and
humane, worked night and day to keep her small lot of stock
comfortable. The barn, the cowshed and the hogpens were protected in
every way possible from the blasts, and often she came to the house,
half-frozen, her hands numb, her face stinging. But that bravery never
knew a faltering moment. She faced the storms, the frosts and the
dangers with the hardihood of a man, and she did a man's work.
With an ax she chopped wood in the grove back of the pasture until the
heavy snows came. She would not ask neighbors to help her; indeed, she
refused several kindly offers. There was not a man in the neighborhood
who would not have gladly found time to perform some of her more
difficult tasks.
One morning, cold almost beyond endurance, she awoke to find that in
some mysterious manner a large pile of chopped wood lay in her
dooryard. How it came there she did not know, nor would she use it
until she found by the sled tracks in the snow that it had been hauled
from her own piece of timber land. Again, in the night time, someone
rebuilt a section of fence that had been torn down by the wind. She
was grateful to the good neighbors, but there was a feeling of
resentment growing out of the knowledge that people were pitying her.
So when Harve Crose drove up one afternoon with a load of pumpkins for
the stock, she declined to accept them. But she could not sit up of
nights, tired and cold as she was, to drive away those who stole in
surreptitiously and befriended her. She could not so much as thank
these indefatigable friends.
Her heart and courage sank to the bottom one morning when she arose to
learn that during the night the wind had blown the straw-thatched roof
from her cowshed and the two poor beasts were well-nigh dead from
exposure. She sat down and cried, nor could Mrs. Crane comfort her.
To replace that roof was a task to try the strength and endurance of
the hardiest man; for her it seemed beyond accomplishment.
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