The rope was long. Li Long tied one end around his waist and handed the other to Harimu. He planned to go down and see whether the tiger's bones were still there.
Before going down, Li Long also found a pole. He told Harimu that if he sank and Harimu could not pull him up, he should tie the rope to the horse and have it pull him out.
Of course, he had never fallen into a snow pit. He was basing this on the idea of falling into a sand pit.
Harimu solemnly agreed, then took two or three steps away with the rope and watched carefully as Li Long went down.
Li Long first probed downward with the stick, but it did not reach the bottom. This snow pit was different from the ones he usually encountered in County Town.
When snow was cleared in County Town, it was piled into large pits. But the cleared snow was compressed, making it firm.
Even if someone jumped into one of those snow pits, they would not sink very far-up to their thighs at most. More often, they would stop sinking once the snow reached above their knees.
But the snow here was different. The snow in this pit was loose, like lightweight sand, and anything that fell in would sink.
Li Long stepped into the snow pit and immediately felt himself sinking. The snow quickly reached his legs, and he immediately spread his other leg out to the side, increasing his contact area with the snow and stopping his descent.
Not bad. He could feel that his feet had not reached the bottom, but he was no longer sinking. Of course, that was because he had prepared. The tiger earlier had foolishly fallen in, sunk, and struggled desperately, naturally