Arthur M. Winfield

“ But the howling wind and blinding snow soon made all glad enough to get back to the sheltered corner. It was now pitch dark.
"We are in for it, so make yourselves as comfortable as possible," observed Frank. "My, how the wind does blow!"
"It's like a hurricane in an African forest," said Sam. "I believe it's almost strong enough to take a fellow off his feet."
The wind kept increasing in violence, until the old barn seemed to rock back and forth. ”

“ But still it was more pleasant inside than out, for the wind was rising and the large flakes of snow had given place to fine hard particles which came swishing down like so much sharp salt, so Dick said. It cut into their faces and made them thankful that some shelter had been found, no matter how humble.
It was too dark now to see anything, and sitting on some old hay in the most sheltered corner of the building the five boys held a consultation.
"I move we stay here until morning," said Tom. "If we go out again we may be lost and frozen to death." ”

“ And they broke up as ordered—that is each walking to suit himself, so that their feet should not come down on the ice at the same time, something which might have cause another cracking.
The snow still came down as hard as ever—indeed, to Dick it appeared to come down harder. The wind was beginning to rise again and blew the blinding particles directly into their faces.
"What's the use of walking right in the teeth of the wind," grumbled Tom. "Why not try the other way?"
"I think the wind comes from off shore, that's why," answered his elder brother. ”