Excerpt from Guest the One-EyedHe had come from the trading station, and was on his way home to his own hut in the mountains; the store-keeper had refused to grant him further credit, and in consequence, he had chosen to return by this lonely track across the hills, where he was sure of meeting no one on his way. It was hard to come home at Christmas-time with empty hands to empty pots and hungry mouths.His only comfort was the snow. It fell so thickly as to shut out all around, and seemed to numb even the poor peasant 's despair within the dismal prison of his mind.Now and again he heard a sound - the whir and cackle of ptarmigan flying overhead.Suddenly a gust of wind sent the snow flying over the ground. Another - and then gust followed gust, growing at last to a veritable hurricane, that swept the very snow clouds from the sky. And as if by magic, a vast plain of snow lay open to his eyes.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.