Again and again, I struggled though the storm. Once I fainted--and it wasn't in the script. I was hauled to the studio on a sled, ...thawed out with hot tea, and then brought back to the blizzard, where the others were waiting. We filmed all day and all night, stopping only to eat standing near a bonfire. We never went inside.... The blizzard never slackened.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I weathered some merry snow-storms, and spent some cheerful winter evenings by my fireside, while the snow whirled wildly without,... and even the hooting of the owl was hushed. For many weeks I met no one in my walks but those who came occasionally to cut wood and sled it to the village.... For human society I was obliged to conjure up the former occupants of these woods.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »