46 THE FUR COUNTRY. same thought passed through the minds of his companions, and they could not help wondering at the contrast between this compara- tively fertile region, and the long white plains stretching between the Great Slave Lake and Fort Enterprise. At night the yellow mist became more opaque ; the wind rose, the snow began to fall in large flakes, and the ground was soon covered with a thick white carpet. In less than an hour the snow was a foot deep, and as it did not freeze but remained in a liquid state, the sledges could only advance with extreme difficulty ; the curved fronts stuck in the soft substance, and the dogs were obliged to stop again and again. Towards eight o'clock in the evening the wind became very boisterous. The snow, driven before it, was flung upon the ground or whirled in the air, forming one huge whirlpool. The dogs, beaten back by the squall and blinded with snow, could advance no further. The party was then in a narrow gorge between huge icebergs, over which the storm raged with fearful fury. Pieces of ice, broken off by the hurricane, were hurled into the pass ; partial avalanches, any one of which could have crushed the sledges and their inmates, added to its dangers, and to press on became impossible. Tbe Lieutenant no longer insisted, and after consulting with Sergeant Long, gave the order to halt. It was now necessary to find a shelter from the snow-drift j but this was no difficult matter to men accustomed to Polar expeditions. Jaspar Hobson and his men knew well what they had to do under the circumstances. It was not the first time they had been surprised by a tempest some hundred miles from the forts of the Company, without so much as an Esquimaux hut or Indian hovel in which to lay their heads. " To the icebergs ! to the icebergs ! " cried Jaspar Hobson. Every one understood what he meant. Snow houses were to be hollowed out of the frozen masses, or rather holes were to be dug, in which each person could cower until the storm was over. Knives and hatchets were soon at work on the brittle masses of ice, and in three-quarters of an hour some ten dens had been scooped out large enough to contain two or three persons each. The dogs were left to themselves, their own instinct leading them to find sufficient shelter under the snow. Before ten o'clock all the travellers were crouching in the snow houses, in groups of two or three, each choosing congenial com- panions. Mrs Barnett, Madge, and Lieutenant Hobson occupied
