The air was full of raw chill, and he heard the leafless boughs rustling in the winter wind.

All around him was the dark wilderness, and, natural hunter and warrior though he was, he was glad to have the shelter, the fire, and his comrades.

He turned back and closed the door tightly, in order to shut out any stray gust that might be of an unusually penetrating quality.
"I'm thinking that we'd better start away hunting again very early in the morning," he said.

"The big snows are bound to come soon.

That first little one was only a taste of what we're going to get." They were off again at daybreak, and this time Paul went with them.