The simple plan of the trapper to incase the cabin with ice was easily divined.

All day the men worked, easing only when the cabin resembled a glistening mound.

It had not a sharp corner nor a crevice.

Inside it was warm and snug, and as light as when the chinks were open.
A slight moderation of the weather brought the snow.

Such snow! A blinding white flutter of grey flakes, as large as feathers! All day they rustle softly; all night they swirled, sweeping, seeping brushing against the cabin.