And so, with many thanks to the kind evergreen, Racky swayed out from beneath the sheltering branches into the storm again.  The wind was blowing harder now, and the snow was swirling down more thickly.  It was all the chair could do to slide along.  But he held his wooden arms stiffly to his sides, and swayed forward until he came within sight of the big rock, and then he noticed the little house.