They were informed that the road had been cleared for sleds on the preceding day, but that on the previous night fresh snow had fallen, and in such quantities that the road would have to be cleared afresh.

The worst of it was that there was every probability of new snow-storms, which would cover the road still deeper, and once more obliterate the track.
This led to a fresh debate about the journey; but they were all unwilling to turn back.

Only a few miles separated them from Domo d'Ossola, and they were assured that, if no fresh snow should fall, they would be able to start on the following morning.

This last assurance once more confirmed their wavering resolution, and they concluded to wait at the station.
For the remainder of that day they waited at the little way-side inn, amusing themselves with looking out upon their surroundings.

They were environed by a scene of universal white.