The first blizzard of the year caught Harry Esmund when he was only half way to Beaver City. He knew that he must travel light if he were to make it to town, so he cashed his gold dust and most of his supplies. Then, he struggled on, fighting the blinding snow with every step. Finally, he lost the trail, and alone in the great pine forest, his sense of direction was gone completely, but there was nothing to do but keep going, somewhere, somehow, through the night and the heavy drifts...