Through the long hours of the three days and nights of storm it was loneliness more than hunger that ate at his vitals.

When on the morning of the fourth day he came out from under the windfall his ribs were showing and there was a reddish film over his eyes.

First of all he looked south and east, and whined.
Through twenty miles of snow he travelled back that day to the ridge where he had left Neewa.

On this fourth day the sun shone like a dazzling fire.

It was so bright that the glare of the snow pricked his eyes, and the reddish film grew redder.