He walked out into it, and a dozen yards away he became a ghostly, almost invisible shadow.
When he came back a minute later he brought a load of snow into the cabin with him.
All that afternoon the snow fell like this, and all that night the storm continued.

When he awoke in the morning Rod heard the wind whistling and howling through the trees and around the ends of the cabin.

He rose and built the fire while the others were still sleeping.

He attempted to open the door, but it was blocked.

He lowered the barricade at the window, and a barrel of snow tumbled in about his feet.