When they arose a surprise awaited them. On the ground outside the snow
lay to the depth of a foot or more, and it was still showing as heavily
as ever.
"Hullo! we are snowed in!" exclaimed Sam, as he gazed out on the
whitened landscape.
"Sure enough," returned Dick, and added:
"This looks as if Captain Putnam might not come back to-day,"
"If that's the case, I vote we stay here," put in Tom. "I'm sure Mrs.
Stanhope will keep us."
It was found that Sam's cold had attacked him in earnest. He was very
hoarse, and complained of a severe pain in the chest.
"You'll have to do something for that cold," said Dick. "Better stay in
bed this morning, and let Mrs. Stanhope put a plaster on your chest."
Going below, he told the lady of the cottage of his brother's condition.
A mustard draught was at once prepared and placed upon Sam, and he was
also given some pine tar cough mixture. These things relieved him
somewhat, but Mrs. Stanhope insisted upon it that he remain in bed, and
brought him his breakfast with her own hands.
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