They wandered and staggered, miserably; and the man began to sigh, and the woman to cry.
At last they were so exhausted, they sat down in despair: and, in a few minutes, they were a couple of snow-heaps.
Mr. Coventry was the first to see all the danger they ran by this course.
"For God's sake, let us go on!" he said; "if we once get benumbed, we are lost. We MUST keep moving, till help comes to us."
Then they staggered, and stumbled on again, till they both sank into a deep snow-drift.
They extricated themselves, but, oh, when they felt that deep cold snow all round them, it was a foretaste of the grave.
The sun had set, it was bitterly cold, and still the enormous flakes fell, and doubled the darkness of the night.
They staggered and stumbled on, not now with any hope of extricating themselves from the fatal mountain, but merely to keep the blood alive in their veins. And, when they were exhausted, they sat down, and soon were heaps of snow.