"Ho! Ho!" roared Rea.

"'Tis good; let her snow, an' the reindeer will migrate.

We'll have fresh meat." The sun shone again, but not brightly.

A nipping wind came down out of the frigid north and crusted the snows.

The third night following the storm, when the hunters lay snug under their blankets, a commotion outside aroused them.
"Indians," said Rea, "come north for reindeer." Half the night, shouting and yelling, barking dogs, hauling of sleds and cracking of dried-skin tepees murdered sleep for those in the cabin.