It was the "heavy snow" of the Indians--the snow that lay like lead on the earth, and under which partridges and rabbits were smothered in thousands.
On the fourth day after the beginning of the storm Kazan and Gray Wolf issued forth from the windfall.

There was no longer a wind--no more falling snow.

The whole world lay under a blanket of unbroken white, and it was intensely cold.
The plague had worked its havoc with men.

Now had come the days of famine and death for the wild things..