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Updated: June 13, 2025
At dusk that Thursday evening, the snowhouse suddenly burst into illumination. The sheets of clear ice made good windows. Christmas greens were festooned over the entrance, and around the walls within. After supper the boys and girls gathered in and about the snow castle; somebody brought a talking machine from home and played some dance records. The older girls, and some of the boys, danced.
It got higher and higher, and hotter and hotter. The snow began to melt, crumble, shrink upon itself. Up to within a couple of hundred yards of the hidden snowhouse, what had seemed to be solid land broke up and revealed itself as open sea, crowded with huge ice cakes, and walrus, and seals. Sea birds came splashing and screaming. And a wonderful thrill awoke in the air.
Moreover, it was no longer winter, you know; so he was just like lots of other wild babies, and went about getting into trouble, and getting out again, and growing up, till at last, when he was almost half as big as herself and perfectly well able to take care of himself, his mother chased him away and went off to find another snowhouse." The first of the twilight over Silverwater.
"The winter deepened, and storm after storm scourged the naked plain; and the snow fell endlessly, till the snowhouse was buried away fairly out of remembrance. The savage cold swept down noiselessly from outer space, till, if there had been any such things as thermometers up there, the mercury would have been frozen hard as steel and the thin spirit to a sticky, ropy syrup.
The Child shivered sympathetically. But, remembering the Snowhouse Baby, he could not help inquiring: "Why didn't she make herself a house in the snow?" "Didn't know enough!" answered Uncle Andy shortly. "Did you ever hear of any of the cow kind having sense enough for that?
"That thrill got down into the snowhouse the roof of which was by this time getting much thinner. The cub found himself much less sleepy. He grew restless. He wanted to stretch his sturdy little legs to find out what they were good for. His mother, too, woke up. She found herself so hungry that there was no temptation to go to sleep again.
"I can take some pictures of the birds with my new camera the one I am going to get for Christmas," she added with a smile. "Oh ho! So you are going to have a camera for Christmas; are you?" laughed her father. "I I hope so," she replied. "And I can build a snowhouse and live in it like the Esquimos," added Bert. "Then I'm going to live with you!" cried Freddie. "Please go to Snow Lodge, Mamma!"
So, too, the snowhouse with its anterooms and curved entrance passage is as clever an adaptation to the needs of wanderers in a land of ice and snow as is the skyscraper to the needs of a busy commercial people crowded into great cities.
Moreover, it was beginning to feel too warm for comfort that is, for a polar bear's comfort, not for yours or mine in the snowhouse. She got up and shook herself. One wall of the snowhouse very civilly gave way a bit, allowing her more room. But the roof, well supported by the rock, still held. The snowhouse was full of a beautiful pale-blue light.
But even such cold as that could not get down to the hidden snow-house where the old bear lay so sound asleep." The Child wagged his head wistfully at the picture, and then cheered himself with the resolve to build just such a snowhouse in the back yard that winter if only there should fall enough snow. But he managed to hold his tongue about it.
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