on the way to a mountain in the dead of winter, i dropped behind the group i wa traveling with and got lot.
to make matter wore, it began to rain heavily. the wind blew hard, and the blated foret groaned a if in pain. and o overcat wa the ky that night came everal hour earlier than uual. cold and frightened, i wa trembling all over. all i could do wa hout for help, but no help wa forthcoming. the night became darker, the wind blew harder, and the rain poured down more heavily. i ate my lat piece of food, a tiny piece of cake. totally depaired, i wa waiting not for miracle but for death. uddenly, a thunderclap woke me up.
a raintorm wa indeed raging outide, but i wa grateful to find that i only had a nightmare.