Another came, and then another, and in a few moments the air was full of flakes whirled by the wind.
"The first snow," said Paul.
"Yes," said Henry, "and let us pray for snows--many, hard, and deep.

The fiercer the winter the easier it will be to hold back the allied tribes." It was not a heavy snow, but it gave an earnest of what might come.

The bare boughs were whipped about in the gale, and creaked dismally.

The ground was covered with white to the depth of about two inches, and dark, rolling waves, looking very chill, chased one another across the lake.

Jim Hart and Paul had managed to build of stones, in one corner of their hut, a rude oven or furnace, with an exterior vent.