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almost froze to death. However we reached the much-looked-for stage, without further accident, and well pleased and happy in our minds, we all of us hastened to warm and refresh ourselves.
The postilion hung his great-coat and horn on a peg and sate down near the kitchen fire, to forget and drown his cares. I sat on the other side doing the same. Suddenly we heard a Tereng! tereng, teng, teng! We looked round, and now found the reason, why the postilion had not been able to sound his horn. His tunes were frozen up in the horn, and came out now by thaw-
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