He removed some of the sticks with which he had closed the doorway, and using one of them as a tool dug away the snow, until light at last began to filter through, and he knew it was day, and presently he broke the outer crust of the drift.
A flood of pure but bitterly cold air poured in upon him, and he breathed deeply and felt refreshed.
He had dug his opening straight out from the place which he had arranged for a door, and he now made it large enough to permit the passage of his body as he crawled upon hands and knees.
The storm had in no degree abated.

The velocity of the wind was so terrific that had Bobby not stood in the shelter of the drift-covered bowlder he could not have kept upon his feet.

The air was so filled with driving snow as to be suffocating.

A tremendous sea was running and great waves were pounding and breaking upon the rocks with terrific roar, though no glimpse of them could he get through the snow clouds that enveloped him.
There was nothing to be done but to return to his burrow and make himself as comfortable as circumstances would permit.

His first care was to clear away the snow which he had thrown back under the boat as he dug his way out, and which partially filled his cave.