We started the fire blazing again and, standing in front of it, listened to the uproar.

At times we heard yelps in the storm outside, at the back of the house, and decided that there must be some other way than the stairs of getting into the cellar.
After a while it began to grow light.

Snow was still falling, but not so fast.

The commotion below had quieted, but we heard a fox barking outside and from the back window caught sight of the animal moving about in the snow, holding up first one foot then another.

Farther away, among the bushes of the clearing, stood another fox; and, still farther off in the woods, a third was barking querulously.