It began to wail in mournful dirges over the swamp, and then it burst in fierce shrieking volleys, with intervals of quiet between.

These were the first warnings from the great barrens that lay between the last lines of timber and the Arctic.

With morning the storm burst in all its fury from out of the north, and Gray Wolf and Kazan lay close together and shivered as they listened to the roar of it over the windfall.

Once Kazan thrust his head and shoulders out from the shelter of the fallen trees, but the storm drove him back.

Everything that possessed life had sought shelter, according to its way and instinct.