He had little time to consider his snow clogged boots and frozen limbs when they began to sprout from the earth before him. Sensing his quickened pace, they hastened their efforts and called upon the spirits that loomed in the outskirts of the village to aid in their pursuit. These ghosts hold fast to tradition, crossing the boundary seemed an incomprehensible feat. None had done it, why, this time, should he? It was not until the last stretch that they knew. It was not until then that they became angry. But it was too late and his lead was too great.