He could see no sign of day, and when he turned he saw Wabi sitting up in his blankets, laughing silently at his wonder and consternation.
"What in the world--" he gasped.
"We're snowed in," grinned Wabi.

"Does the stove smoke ?" "No," replied Rod, throwing a bewildered glance at the roaring fire.
"You don't mean to say--" "Then we are not completely, buried," interrupted the other.

"At least the top of the chimney is sticking out!" Mukoki sat up and stretched himself.
"She blow," he said, as a tremendous howl of wind swept over the cabin.
"Bime-by she blow some more!" Rod shoveled the snow into a corner and replaced the barricade while his companions dressed.
"This means a week's work digging out traps," declared Wabi.

"And only Mukoki's Great Spirit, who sends all blessings to this country, knows when the blizzard is going to stop.

It may last a week.