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It's morning again. The Man wakes to see a huge group of people on the road. They lay low.
These people, as The Man says, are definitely "bad guys": they have all sorts of weaponry and slaves with them.
They wait for the "bad guys" to pass.
They retrieve the cart and push it out to the road.
By afternoon it's snowing again.
The Boy keeps falling behind. The Man says they'll rest when he sees a good place.
It must be really cold because at this point The Boy is shivering and The Man is coughing.
The Boy asks The Man a tough question: "If we were going to die would you tell me?" The Man says he doesn't know, but that they're not going to die.
They look for shelter. They leave the cart, but the Man wraps up their coats and blankets in the tarp. They find a stand of cedars.
There's a dry space under each of the cedars. They settle there and the man makes a fire with dead needles. The Man heads out for some more substantial wood.
The snow is piling up. The Man keeps gathering fallen branches. The Boy helps.
It keeps snowing all night. The Man keeps waking up to add branches to the fire.
The Man looks at the sleeping boy and thinks The Boy might not be able to travel much more, especially since the road will be covered in snow.
The Man hears a crashing sound in the woods and wakes up. The cedars, under the weight of the snow, are snapping and falling down.
They grab their stuff and try to find "a clear space in the darkness" (150.1). When all the snapping and crashing noises have stopped, The Man tunnels out a little shelter for them under a fallen tree. They sleep there in the "bitter cold" (150.1).