Except that we made a little mat of bark and dry fir brush, to lie on, and that Addison brought an armful of curled bark from the birches and a quantity of dry sticks to burn now and then, that was the extent of our preparation for the night.

We had as warm and comfortable a den as any one could wish for.
We decided not to cook our partridge, but to eat the food in our basket.
After our meal we got a drink of water at the brook, then crawled inside our den and--as Maine woodsmen say--"pulled the hole in after us," by stopping it with boughs.
"Now, let it storm!" Addison exclaimed.
Taking off our jackets and spreading them over us, we cuddled down there by the warm rocks, and there we passed the night safely and by no means uncomfortably.
It was still snowing fast in the morning; but the flakes were larger now, and the weather had perceptibly moderated during the latter part of the night.

The forest, however, still looked too misty for us to find our way through it.
"We might as well take it easy," Addison said.

"If Halse is at Boundary Camp, he will not leave in such weather as this." All that forenoon it snowed steadily, and in fact for most of the afternoon.

More than a foot of snow had come.