reached his croft. Can’t be far now, he thought as h shuddered. The wind was worse than the snow. It was a “lazy wind” His Jean would call it. It went right through you instead of round you. As he walked on he could hear the snow crunch under his feet and the snow was now round his ankles. Poor Jock was getting worried, he felt lost and unsure. He tried to light his stick but the wind kept blowing out his match. Keep on ye old trout he would say to himself as he walked down the road. He hoped for a cart to come bye and offer him a lift, he knew if he left the road, and went into the woods it would be worse for him, so he kept on the road and hoped he had not long to go. His fingers tightened round the old coal sack, his legs tired and each step became more difficult he thought he would sit under the big tree for a few minutes to catch his breath. SO he went round the back of the tree out from the gust of wind and sat down the tree was a large oak tree and old Jock had hoped it would give him some shelter. He took out his flask again and remembered it was empty. So he pulled his sack over his head and curled up to keep as warm as possible. He was not sure how long he was asleep for but he woke up with a start and shouted “Jennie Jennie!, come here