THE DANGEROUS FLIGHT It snowed all that day and all the next night.

The lateness of the season seemed to add to the violence of the storm, as if it would make one supreme effort on these heights before yielding to the coming spring.

Many of the pines were blown down, and the snow lay several feet deep everywhere.

Now and then they heard thunderous sounds from the gorges telling them that great slides were taking place, and it was absolutely certain now that no one from the valley below could reach the lodge for days.
The sight from the windows of the house, when the driving snow thinned enough to permit a view, was magnificent.

They saw far away peak on peak and ridge on ridge, clothed in white, and sometimes they beheld the valley filled with vast clouds of mists and vapors.