He told Kama as much, but on the third day the temperature began to rise, and they knew snow was not far off; for on the Yukon it must get warm in order to snow.

Also, on this day, they encountered ten miles of chaotic ice-jams, where, a thousand times, they lifted the loaded sled over the huge cakes by the strength of their arms and lowered it down again.

Here the dogs were well-nigh useless, and both they and the men were tried excessively by the roughness of the way.

An hour's extra running that night caught up only part of the lost time.
In the morning they awoke to find ten inches of snow on their robes.
The dogs were buried under it and were loath to leave their comfortable nests.

This new snow meant hard going.