`` Have you any idea where we are ? '' shouted Dan to Peter . `` No , '' Peter shouted back , `` the wind is blowing every which way . I have n't any idea where home is . '' Home ! Would we ever see it again ? We tried to urge Felicity on , but she only repeated drowsily that she must lie down and rest . Cecily , too , was reeling against me . The Story Girl still stood up staunchly and counselled struggling on , but she was numb with cold and her words were hardly distinguishable . Some wild idea was in my mind that we must dig a hole in the snow and all creep into it . I had read somewhere that people had thus saved their lives in snowstorms . Suddenly Felix gave a shout . `` I see a light , '' he cried . `` Where ? Where ? '' We all looked but could see nothing . `` I do n't see it now but I saw it a moment ago , '' shouted Felix . `` I 'm sure I did . Come on -- over in this direction . '' Inspired with fresh hope we hurried after him .
Soon we all saw the XXXXX -- and never shone a fairer beacon .
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