My right eye kept closing up, and I had to
wipe it ever so often to keep it open. The wind, too,
for the first and only time on my drives, somehow found
an entrance into the lower part of the cutter box, and
though my feet were resting on the heater and my legs
were wrapped, first in woollen and then in leather
leggings, besides being covered with a good fur robe, my
left side soon began to feel the cold. It may be that
this comparative discomfort, which I had to endure for
the better part of the day, somewhat coloured the kind
of experience this drive became.
As far as the road was concerned, I had as yet little to
complain of. About three miles from the turn there stood
a Lutheran church frequented by the Russian Germans that
formed a settlement for miles around. They had made the
trail for me on these three miles, and even for a matter
of four or five miles south of the church, as I found
out. It is that kind of a road which you want for long
drives: where others who have short drives and, therefore,
do not need to consider their horses break the crust of
the snow and pack it down. I hoped that a goodly part of
my day's trip would be in the nature of a chain of shorter,
much frequented stretches; and on the whole I was not to
be disappointed.
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