The next day saw the ground white with snow, and hardened into stone by a premature frost.

Our poor voyagers were not long in quitting the shelter of the Beaver Island, and betaking them once more to their ark of refuge--the log-house on Mount Ararat.
The winter, that year, set in with unusual severity some weeks sooner than usual, so that from the beginning of November to the middle of April the snow never entirely left the ground.

The lake was soon covered with ice, and by the month of December it was one compact solid sheet from shore to shore..