Once they were caught in a hailstorm, when it turned bitterly cold, but he endured it as well as the best of them, and made not a single complaint.
They came at last to their village, a great distance west of the Mississippi, a hundred lodges perhaps, pitched in a warm and sheltered valley and the boy, under the fostering care of Black Cloud, was formally adopted into the tribe, taking up at once the thread of his new life, and finding in it the same keen interest that had marked all the stages of the great journey.
The climate here was colder than that from which he had come, and winter, with fierce winds from the Great Plains was soon upon them.

But the camp which was to remain there until spring was well chosen and the steep hills about them fended off the worst of the blast.

Yet the snow came soon in great, whirling flakes and fell all one night.

The next morning the boy saw the world in white and he found it singularly beautiful.

The snow he did not mind as clothing of dressed skins had been given to him and he had a warm buffalo robe for a blanket.