D. It was so cold one night that she couldn’t feel that her leg had rolled into the fire and burned until it was maimed.
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This is the story itself.
"When I went among them I found my little cousin Mary
sitting on a blanket near Mr. Oakley, who had carried
her thither, and who was gently trying to engage her
thoughts. Her wan face was wet with tears, and
her hands were clasped around her knee as she rocked
from side to side in great pain. A large woollen
stocking covered her swollen leg and frozen foot which
had become numb and fallen into the fire one night
at Starved Camp and been badly maimed before she awakened
to feel the pain."
