The night was so boisterous, however, that we did not leave the camp and after a time fell asleep in the old bunk.
The cold waked me soon after daybreak.

Tom and Addison were still asleep, with their coats pulled snugly about their shoulders and their feet drawn up.

I rekindled the fire and clattered round the stove.

Still they snoozed on; and soon afterwards, hearing the same squalling sounds again, I stole forth in the bleak dawn to see what I could discover.
When I had pushed through the swamp of thick cedar that lay between the camp and the pond, I beheld a goose flapping its wings and squalling scarcely more than a stone's throw away.

A second glance, in the increasing light, showed me the forms of other geese, great numbers of them on the newly formed ice.