when I tried to
move, I found myself fixed. I could not help laughing.

"Father," I cried, as soon as I could speak, "you're like Samson:
you've brought down the house upon us."

"So I have, my boy. It was very thoughtless of me. I don't know what
we _are_ to do now."

"Can you move, father? _I_ can't," I said.

"I can move my legs, but I'm afraid to move even a toe in my boot for
fear of bringing down another avalanche of peats. But no--there's not
much danger of that: they are all down already, for I feel the snow on
my face."

With hands and feet my father struggled, but could not do much, for I
lay against him under a great heap. His struggles made an opening
sideways however.

"Father! father! shout," I cried. "I see a light somewhere; and I
think it is moving."

We shouted as loud as we could, and then lay listening. My heart beat
so that I was afraid I should not hear any reply that might come. But
the next moment it rang through the frosty air.

"It's Turkey! That's Turkey, father!" I cried. "I know his shout. He
makes it go farther than anybody else.--Turkey! Turkey!" I shrieked,
almost weeping with delight.

Again Turkey's cry rang through the darkness, and the light drew
wavering nearer.

"Mind how you step, Turkey," cried my father. "There's a hole you may
tumble into."

"It wouldn't hurt him much in the snow," I said.

"Perhaps not, but he would probably lose his light, and that we can
hardly afford."

"Shout again," cried Turkey. "I can't make out where you are."

My father shouted.

"Am I coming nearer to you now?"

"I can hardly say. I cannot see well. Are you going along the road?"

"Yes. Can't you come to me?"

"Not yet. We can't get out. We're upon your right hand, in a
peat-stack."

"Oh! I know the peat-stack. I'll be with you in a moment."

He did not however find it so easily as he had expected, the peats
being covered with snow. My father gave up trying to free himself and
took to laughing instead at the ridiculous situation in which we were
about to be discovered. He kept directing Turkey, however, who at
length after some disappearances which made us very anxious about the
lantern, caught sight of the stack, and walked straight towards it.
Now first we saw that he was not alone, but accompanied by the silent
Andrew.

"Where are you, sir?" asked Turkey, throwing the light of the lantern
over the ruin.

"Buried in the peats," answered my father, laughing. "Come and