The blizzard was overwhelmingly strong and getting worse fast. Sheamus needed to get the boys home before they came down with pneumonia. We sure are lucky we are not even halfway to Bloom, hopefully we can get home before it’s too dangerous to travel, thought Sheamus.
“Woh Nellie”, called Sheamus to his pack mule. She was starting to have trouble pulling the wagon in the thick snow.
“Pa, I’m wishy-washy of dis’ snow”. said the young Neil.
“Are we gonna kick the bucket today?”. asked the timid James.
“No, by george no.” replied Sheamus.
But even he was starting to have his doubts. They would not make it home before