This story that I’m telling is true

I’ve told but one soul so the second is you

This happen to me

And my memory

Is vivid and lost in the moment

On this same day only two decades

Just like today the snow did cascade

With no luck I was hunting the grouse

I was stuck bout twenty miles from my house

I had lost my own way in an unpleasant place

Where one loses one’s way in a difficult space

Just then the storm started with feathery flakes

My rifle is cold and I had the cold shakes

Anxiously staring into the gathering darkness

The hill they had melted into a single dark hardness

Not the faintest lamplight nor farm patch, or sheep-track

Neither the right nor the left I look front and looked back

For my eyes were not met with any of that

Before long I was lost and so was my track

There was nothing for me but to move towards

In darkness I could see all but 4 feet in forwards

I had been on foot since sunup

My stomach had only the breakfast I grubbed-up 

The wind fell as the snow with an ominous steadiness

In the intense cold I wore what’s the populace readiness

For a day hunt not an entire hellish night

My prospect had darken just like the star light

At that very trice

I thought of my wife

Peering out the window

All day and all night

My heart did grow heavy at the thought of what she’s enduring

We were very in love and our marriage had just begun brewing

Before I left she told me “be home before dusk”

We kissed her mouth tasted of our soup and some Rusk

But my word I can’t keep

As she won’t fall asleep

I yet thought if I found me a guide and some supper

By midnight I may be rejoined with my lover

All the time, the snow fell and the night thickened

I shouted and called while frost bite I was stricken

My shouts only made the silence seem deeper

And the longer I walk my travels seem bleaker

So many travelers walked on and on in the snow

And most if not all had nowhere go

They faint to lie down and sleep their last sleep

But I promise my wife that wouldn’t happen to me

I thought in that time my resolution would break

The snow was knee high, I was barely awake

I, too, would sleep the sleep of death

So I warmed-up my hands with my barely warm breathe

Too banish that thought I shouted louder and longer

My stomach screamed to but it was out of hunger

Then I heard a far voice and my faith was renew

I’m sorry this story’s second part will have to continue