This was satisfying news to all, and they rested for a while.
Three or four days after Henry's return a strong wind stripped the last leaves from the trees.

All the reds and yellows and browns were gone, and the gusts whistled fiercely among the gray branches.

The surface of the lake was broken into cold waves, that chased each other until they died away at the shore.
The next day heavy rolling clouds were drawn across the sky, and all the world was somber and dark.

Paul stood at the entrance to the hut, and now, indeed, he was thankful that they had that shelter, and that they had furs and skins to reinforce their clothing.

As he looked, something cold and wet came out of the sky and struck him upon the face.