After that he commenced a struggle with himself, for, numbed as he was, he did not want to move, which is one of the insidious effects of cold.

It cramps its victim's volition as well as his body, and makes him shrink from any attempt at the muscular effort which would make it easier for him to resist it.

After all, the endurance of bitter frost is rather a question of moral than physical strength, as every prospector who has crossed the snow-bound altitudes on the gold trail knows.
He forced himself to get up, and stood still, shivering in every limb, while a bitter wind struck through him as he gathered his resolution together.

Then, stripping off his deerskin jacket, he flung it over one arm as he turned toward his companions' shelter.

Kinnaird was awake, and his daughter cried out drowsily when Weston stood looking down at him.
"It's clearing, and I think I could get down," he said.