But being both roofless, windowless, and fireless, it makes only a poor lodging.

The icy wind blows through a hundred crevices; my limbs are frozen stiff, and when morning comes many of us look more dead than alive.
I asked Condocori how the poor girls of San Andrea could possibly have survived so severe a journey.
"The weaker would have died.

But I did not expect this cold.

The winter is beginning unusually early this year.

Had we been a few days later we should not have got through at all, and if it begins to snow it may go ill with us, even yet.