“I suppose our folks will worry about us,” put in Harry. “It’s too bad they don’t know we are safe.”
The remainder of the day passed slowly. Harry had brought along a small measure of corn for popping, and they amused themselves by popping this over the fire, salting and eating it. Joel Runnell also told them a hunting story, which all enjoyed.
The next day the snow continued, and on the day following the wind again arose, sending the drifts higher than ever. Thus a Sunday was passed in the shelter. It was not until Tuesday noon that the storm passed away as if by magic, and the sun came out brightly.
“Hurrah! it’s over at last, thank goodness!” cried Harry, as he leaped outdoors. “My! but doesn’t it feel good to see the sun once more!”
“That’s all right,” returned Fred. “But if we aren’t snowed in we are next door to it.”
“The sun will make the snow just right for snowshoe walking,” said Joe. “And we ought to be able to track down some sort of game without half trying.”
They found the pines above the shelter fairly groaning with their weight of snow. But back of these the ground was swept almost bare.
“I’m going to see how the lodge looks,” said Joe, and started off.
Equally curious, the others followed him.
They found Snow Lodge true to its name. It was snowed in completely, only a small portion of the roof, an upper corner of one window, and the rough chimney being visible.