The muffled thud of hoofs, and the crunching beneath the sliding steel seemed to intensify it, and there was a suggestion of frozen brilliancy in the sparkle flung back by the snow.

Then a coyote howled dolefully on a distant bluff, and the girl shivered as she shrank down further amidst the furs.
"Forty degrees of frost," said the Colonel.

"Perhaps more.

This is very different from the cold of Montreal.

Still, you'll see the lights of Silverdale from the crest of the next rise." It was, however, an hour before they reached them, and Miss Barrington was almost frozen when the first square loghouse rose out of the prairie.