The incessant droning whine of the wind reached their ears, deep in volume as though it would tell them of its interrupted sweep across the vast plains; as though to convince them of its unlimited power and ferocity.

She knew as well as he that the big drifts around the cabin had grown bigger; that other drifts were forming around the walls.

For the sounds were muffled, and a great, weird calm had settled inside the cabin.

The walls, snow-banked, were deadening outside sound.
"A man couldn't go half a mile in that, now, Miss Wharton.

And it will be days before anybody can reach us.