Alaska's ice plains

The air was as clear as ice. The gale stung with fine needles and Yukon Sam was all alone up here in the deep, wild solitude of Alaska. He looked around at the grey shadows and laughed harshly. They were gone! The grey wolves had sensed the danger, they knew the dreadful cold that preceded a blizzard. “Heijaah!” Yukon Sam constantly urged on his sledge dogs – huskies who now had to endure more than their grey cousins. The cracks of Sam’s whip drove them ever onward. “Run, you good boys, it’s a matter of life and death! Sixty-six men, women, and children. They’ll freeze or starve to death if we don’t get to them in time!”