It was snowing, and the downfall continued all night and half of the next day. The wind piled it up against the house until it reached the roof, burying two of the windows completely from sight.
"This is a regular North Pole experience," remarked Roger, as he bustled around in the morning, trying to get warm. "I don't know that I want to go much further north."
"Don't want to become an arctic explorer, then?" queried Granbury Lapham.
"Not much! Say, stir up the fire, or I'll be frozen stiff."
Wood was piled on the fire, and soon a pot of steaming coffee made all feel better. When the man in charge went out to look at the sheep in the various folds Dave went with him. The air was filled with snow, and it was very dark.
"This is terrible," said Dave, on returning. He was thinking of his father and the others of the exploring party.
"Land of the Midnight Sun," returned the senator's son, laconically.
"The man says they'll not return to-day," said Granbury Lapham. "It would not be safe on the mountain trail."
"I thought as much," answered Dave. "Well, all we can do, I suppose, is to wait." And he heaved a deep sigh.
