The blizzard came swiftly and unexpectedly upon Mother Vandeman and Herbie that early spring morning as they were on their way home from Aurickaree Creek. The pushed the full barrels of water off the old batten door to make it easier pulling for the horses. But in moments the countryside was shrouded in deep, billowy drifts of snow. The horses floundered. Mother and son lost all sense of direction. They struggled on. They had to keep going somehow. Eventually, too cold and too exhausted to go on, Herbie sank down into the snow and lay still. And then at last Mother Vandeman felt the solid...

The prison cell door clanged shut behind Oscar. Feeling suddenly weak, he sat down on the narrow cot dominating the room. His fingers pressed against the rough blanket draped across the cot. He would be sleeping on it, he realized, sleeping on it as a military criminal.

Only seven days before he had been wandering along the Danish coast, enjoying the delights of a peaceful Sabbath, Now--now, he was a prisoner for refusing to bear arms and drill on the Sabbath. What would happen to him? A war was about to burst over Europe, and the Danish army could not afford to let insubordination...