Then the short day came to an end and night descended with a chill breath of bitter winds.

Cabot was nearly exhausted, and even White was painfully weary, but both had been buoyed up by a hope that they might reach timber and have abundant firewood for their first camp.

Now, when Yim, throwing down his whip and giving his dogs the command to halt, calmly announced that they would make camp where they were, both lads looked at him in dismay.
"We surely can't camp here in the snow without a fire or any kind of shelter!" exclaimed Cabot.

"Why, man, we'll be frozen stiff long before morning." "A' yite.

Me fix um.