We'll put the trip off till to-morrow." Doctor Joe dressed hurriedly, and went out to enjoy the cool, crisp morning.

Everything was white with hoarfrost.

The air was charged with the perfume of balsam and spruce and other sweet odours of the forest.
Doctor Joe took long, deep, delicious breaths as he looked about him at the familiar scene.
The last stars were fading in the growing light.

A low mist hung over The Jug, and beyond the haze lay the dark, heaving waters of Eskimo Bay.

In the distance beyond the Bay the high peaks of the Mealy Mountains rose out of the gloom, white with snow and looming above the dark forest at their base in cold and silent majesty.