Ju was privately thankful for a place such as this, and he admitted silently to himself that it was most comfortable. He thought he had seen snow as a child. Occasionally, in deepest winter when the cold wind blew out of the north and deflected off the mountains they would have a blizzard. It was fun for the children in the village, but barely lasted a few days. When it had begun to snow up on the steppes as the tribe moved slowly North, it had not stopped, snowing continually for weeks. Only the sluggish but continual movement of the herds had made it possible for the tribe to continue moving. Ju thought he has seen snow, but the landscape now was blanketed with it, and accompanied by the incessant, bitter wind, the snow soon become solid ice.
The boredom of moving slowly with the herds
