The Pole
“Before I’d even hit the floor of the shelter I was bombarded by voices yelling angrily about the cold that I was letting in! I scrambled to my feet and put my shoulder to the door. For a split second the wind seemed to be winning the battle and I dug in deeper, straining, struggling, finally winning and pushing the door closed.
I stamped my feet and brushed off my coat so I wouldn’t trail snow across the room and get anybody any madder at me.
The room was lit by three oil lamps. As well there was a glow coming from the little stove that provided the feeble feelers of warmth that crept throughout the shelter. It was far from warm—you always needed to wear your coat and mukluks— but it was a tropical paradise compared to outside. I had no idea what the temperature was, but I knew that if you ventured out without your face and hands covered they’d be frostbitten in less than a minute.
The shelter was made out of those crates we’d been moving, with their lids facing inwards to make the wa...lls—that explained why the men had been stacking them high.MoreLess
I stamped my feet and brushed off my coat so I wouldn’t trail snow across the room and get anybody any madder at me.
The room was lit by three oil lamps. As well there was a glow coming from the little stove that provided the feeble feelers of warmth that crept throughout the shelter. It was far from warm—you always needed to wear your coat and mukluks— but it was a tropical paradise compared to outside. I had no idea what the temperature was, but I knew that if you ventured out without your face and hands covered they’d be frostbitten in less than a minute.
The shelter was made out of those crates we’d been moving, with their lids facing inwards to make the wa...lls—that explained why the men had been stacking them high.MoreLess
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