"But look at that!" He turned and gazed at the cabin, or rather at the small part of it which still rose triumphant above the huge drift which had almost completely buried it.

Only a little of the roof, with the smoking chimney rising out of it, was to be seen.

Rod now turned in all directions to survey the wild scene about him.

There had come a brief lull in the blizzard, and his vision extended beyond the lake and to the hilltop.

There was not a spot of black to meet his eyes; every rock was hidden; the trees hung silent and lifeless under their heavy mantles and even their trunks were beaten white with the clinging volleys of the storm.