The first breath of the oncoming storm stirred the trees, and we felt a piercing chill in the air.

Then fine "spits" of snow began to fall.
"It's coming," Addison said; "but I guess we can get up to camp.

We can follow the trail if it does storm." At the touch of the snow, the coats of the horses ruffled up, and they stepped sluggishly.

Asa had to chirrup constantly to the six ahead, and those behind lagged at their halters.

The storm increased and we got on slowly.