There was no shelter near enough for them to reach it, and it was too dark to travel.
"I am freezing," said Blanche, through her chattering teeth.

John tried to muffle her in the robe of goat-skin; but it was wet and worse than no covering.

His soaked garments were placed about her; but she still shook with cold, until he became alarmed and held her in his arms, endeavoring to instill some warmth in her from his own body.
All things must have an end, and so did that dreary night.

Day dawned at last, and the rising sun chased away the clouds, and they saw, far, far below them, the low, green valley which they called home.

The morning air was chill and piercing, and John began to fear for Blanche; but she assured him that soon they would reach lower land and warmer temperature.