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was rapidly coming on and we were still about 12 miles from the Station. We were now staggering rather than walking, feeling rather than seeing our way. Sometimes we were on the trail and sometimes off, dragging our weary legs along through the deep snow. At about 10 P.M. we arrived at Camp No. 2, and could go no farther. We stopped and with great difficulty made a fire. Some of the men in the meantime trying to make a shelter out of brush, to protect us from the storm. We partially succeeded in the shelter, but the wind changed so it did but little good. We made our cups full of tea again. This truly Siberian sollace warmed us up some and we began to feel more comfortable. We laid down in the shelter of the brush, but not to sleep, as I knew that it would not do to go to sleep, as we might become so benumbed by the cold, that we might freeze to death. So, after lying down for an hour, I roused the men up and we went out in search