The stars were shining brilliantly, and an occasional gust of wind was the only reminder of the storm.

Mounds of snow marked the place where the dogs were sleeping, covered by the drift.

The morning was bitterly cold.
He ran down to the ice edge, and gazed eagerly seaward, but nowhere could he see the ice pack.

It had vanished utterly.
A sense of awful loneliness fell upon Skipper Ed.

Reluctantly he returned to the _igloo_ and prepared his breakfast, which he ate sparingly.