The drifts have piled against it, higher than the door itself." Snow scenes, however, do not feed any one.

So the boys turned back to the kitchen preparations.

What if the bacon and eggs didn't look quite neat enough to suit a real housekeeper?
The mess tasted good.

So did the fried potatoes, made out of the left overs from last night's boiled ones.

Coffee, bread and butter and "store pie." No wonder the youngsters, when they were through with breakfast, and in a cabin now warm from one end to the other, felt, as Dick expressed it: "Say, we're at peace with the whole world, aren't we ?" he asked.
"Yes," agreed Dan solemnly.