Three days and three nights the raiding
powers of the arctics raged about us and blockaded all but the hardiest
and strongest of us in the close quarters of the Hive. To venture out of
the house was to risk life and limb. No one was allowed to run such
risks alone, as, in case of a fall, the chances would be against getting
up again without help, but parties of twos and threes of the young men
went to the barns to look after the cattle or up to the Eyrie, the
Cottage and Pilgrim Hall to see that all was right and to bring down a
sled-load of bedding for the shut-ins. In their services, the
vegetarians matched themselves against the "cannibals" as they
disdainfully called those who were still in bonds to the flesh-pots of
Egypt, but I do not believe there was beef enough eaten on the place to
warrant any comparisons being made, and, at any rate, they all came out
alike, pretty much exhausted.
Next morning I awoke on a sofa in the upper hall, where I had stretched
out, along toward midnight, for a moment's rest.
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