He had thought that there was plenty of time to make ready for winter, but now he knew that the time was short--too short, maybe, with that wind booming up from the southwest.
"You and Mike can knock off work here, and when your camp's in shape you can come over and cut wood for us.

Doug, we'll beat it and throw that woodshed together we've been going to build.

Think it'll storm today, Murphy ?" Murphy stepped out where he could glimpse the southern sky, and eyed the drift of heavy clouds.

"She will not bust loose t'day, I'm thinkin'," he decided.

"She'll be workin' 'erself up to the pint av shnowin' er rainin' er both.