He found himself outside the shelter of the woods, on a broad plain, and he felt that his only safety lay in getting back among the trees.
He started off at full speed, and had gone some distance, when suddenly the North wind struck him, and lifted him completely off his four little paws.
There was no use in struggling, so he lay quite still, and was whirled away, faster and faster. Miles and miles was he blown, until finally he fell asleep from sheer exhaustion and fright.
When he awoke it was night, and still the wild wind was carrying him far, far away.
His precious bag was still on his shoulder, for he had clung to it even in his terror, but the string had become untied, and most of the food had been blown away.
He ate a little of the corn, but he was too frightened to be hungry, and very soon, numb and dazed with the cold, he fell asleep again.
At the Top of the South Pole
