Long ago, a young girl and her native pony started to travel through the bush to visit relatives in a nearby community. There were no roads at this time, only trails. On their way home a snowstorm suddenly hit. The winds were strong and cold. She couldn’t see with the heavy snow and her hands began to freeze. She let go of the reins and put her hands under the pony’s mane. When her hands began to warm up, the pony could feel she could hang on and began to trot. The warmth of the moving pony also warmed up her body. After a while the pace grew faster until suddenly the Native Pony stopped. The girl sat up on her Pony and saw the back door of her cabin.