And even the burial was a mockery, for wolves were digging at the graves almost before the last debilitated straggler had left the camping-place.

The heavy snows continued, but movement was necessary.

Into the white jaws of the beautiful, merciless demon they went.
Among the papers of a man he helped to bury, Joel Rae found a journal that the dead man had kept until within a few days of his death.

By the light of his last candle he read it until late into the night.
* * * * * "The weather grew colder each day; and many got their feet so badly frozen that they could not walk and had to be lifted from place to place.

Some got their fingers frozen; others their ears; and one woman lost her sight by the frost.