It was sheltered perfectly from those terrific winds which sometimes for days together would drive screaming over the levels.

And in this crevice, at the first heavy snowfall, a big white bear had curled herself up to sleep.
"She had had a good hunting season, with plenty of seals and salmon to eat, and she was fat and comfortable.

Though very drowsy, she did not go quite to sleep at once, but for several days, in a dreamy half-doze, she kept from time to time turning about and rearranging her bed.

All the time the snow was piling down into the crevice, till at last it was level full and firmly packed.

And in the meantime the old bear, in her sleepy turnings, had managed to make herself a sort of snowhouse--decidedly narrow, indeed, but wonderfully snug in its way.