The Mountain Girl by Emma Payne Erskine Chapter 1 Page 17

and all the time, mingled with the murmur of the voices behind him, and the creaking of the vehicle in which they rode, and the tramp of the animals when they came to a hard roadbed with rock foundation, — noises which were not loud, but which seemed to be covered and subdued by the soft snow even as it covered everything, — could be heard a light dropping and pattering, as the overladen last year’s leaves and twigs dropped their white burden to the ground. Sometimes the great hood of the wagon struck an overhanging bough and sent the snow down in showers as they passed.

Heavily they climbed up, and warily made their descent of rocky steeps, passing through boggy places or splashing in clear streams which issued from springs in the mountain side or fell from some distant height, then climbing again only