CHAPTER VI.
A NORTHERN BLIZZARD.
It was still dark when Bob awoke again, but the smell of frying bacon, which came to his nostrils as he raised his head, told him that it was morning and time to get up. The wind was blowing hard as he could tell by the sound of the tree tops and a fine snow was drifting in even beneath the tree and he saw that both Jack and himself were nearly buried in it.
"Time to get up," he said giving his brother a shake.
"Huh."
"I said it's time to get up," Bob repeated.
"Oh, all right," and in another minute Jack had wiggled out of his bag. "Gee, it's storming all right, isn't it?"
"I'll say it is. Hear that wind."
"Heap beeg snow outside," Lucky declared as they came close to the fire.
"It must be coming down pretty fast," Bob agreed as he noticed that even in the thick woods several inches had fallen.