There is no chance of finding our waterfall in this." "We can play dominoes," suggested Rod cheerfully.

"You remember we haven't finished that series we began at the Post.

But you don't expect me to believe that it snowed enough yesterday afternoon and last night to cover this cabin, do you ?" "It didn't exactly _snow_ enough to cover it," explained his comrade.
"But we're covered for all of that.

The cabin is on the edge of an open, and of course the snow just naturally drifts around us, blown there by the wind.

If this blizzard keeps up we shall be under a small mountain by night." "Won't it--smother us ?" faltered Rod.
Wabi gave a joyous whoop of merriment at the city-bred youth's half-expressed fear and a volley of Mukoki's chuckles came from where he was slicing moose-steak on the table.
"Snow mighty nice thing live under," he asserted with emphasis.
"If you were under a mountain of snow you could live, if you weren't crushed to death," said Wabi.