Bibi was the picture of pathetic resignation. Bobinôt was the embodiment of serious solicitude as he strove to remove from his own person and his son’s the signs of their tramp over heavy roads and through wet fields.
It sounds as if his son is the clumsy and outgoing person, while his father is more in line, meticulous and clean.
The growl of the thunder was distant and passing away. The rain beat softly upon the shingles, inviting them to drowsiness and sleep. But they dared not yield.
In a moment of doubt and fear they caressed each other for what could've been that last time. Now the rain has subsided a little, but they refuse to let up from their fears until it's completely gone.
As she glanced up at him the fear in her liquid blue eyes had given place to a drowsy gleam that unconsciously betrayed a sensuous desire. He looked down into her eyes and there was nothing for him to do but to gather her lips in a kiss. It reminded him of Assumption.
Seeing the conditions around them continue to worsen gave them a momentary lapse of fear. They could be thinking to themselves is this the last moment together, or will this pass too?
She wiped the frame that was clouded with moisture. It was stiflingly hot. Alcée got up and joined her at the window, looking over her shoulder. The rain was coming down in sheets obscuring the view of far-off cabins and enveloping the distant wood in a gray mist.
It sounds as if this storm is a form of monsoon. A storm that engulfs the sky so you can't see 10 feet in front of you, with winds and dust balls that cover the ground.
the child’s attention to certain sombre clouds that were rolling with sinister intention from the west, accompanied by a sullen, threatening roar. They were at Friedheimer’s store and decided to remain there till the storm had passed
Based on the way our author describes these storm clouds it seems as if they should be preparing for a disaster.
Later, the dog whined loudly. And still later it crept close to the man and caught the scent of death. This made the animal bristle and back away. A little longer it delayed, howling under the stars that leaped and danced and shone brightly in the cold sky. Then it turned and trotted up the trail in the direction of the camp it knew, where were the other food-providers and fire-providers.
in the end the man doesn't make it, but his companion helped lead the way to his friends so he could at least find peace in knowing he made it
The old-timer had been very serious in laying down the law that no man must travel alone in the Klondike after fifty below. Well, here he was; he had had the accident; he was alone; and he had saved himself.
he proved him wrong but at what cost?
So the dog made no effort to communicate its apprehension to the man. It was not concerned in the welfare of the man; it was for its own sake that it yearned back toward the fire
Even the dog had keen senses to know that they should have stayed by the fire a little longer to help warm up their body. As a dog he had primal instincts but had to conserve his own energy first especially along this journey they took. At least the man made it to the trail fork in the amount of time he wanted.
Once again, however, he had a close call; and once, suspecting danger, he compelled the dog to go on in front. The dog did not want to go. It hung back until the man shoved it forward, and then it went quickly across the white, unbroken surface. Suddenly it broke through, floundered to one side, and got away to firmer footing.
In a weird way this dog that randomly showed up next to him has been a guiding force along this journey. They have a certain amount of trust for each other to be able to lead through bear traps and freezing temperatures.
There was nobody to talk to and, had there been, speech would have been impossible because of the ice-muzzle on his mouth. So he continued monotonously to chew tobacco and to increase the length of his amber beard.
I find it hilarious that even when braving the cold, harsh winter our character still made room for his chewing tobacco. So far we get detailed events of how his journey thus far has been. He keeps predicting he'll make it between a certain time then proceeds to take more breaks in between.
He was a warmwhiskered man, but the hair on his face did not protect the high cheek-bones and the eager nose that thrust itself aggressively into the frosty air.
I really enjoy how thorough and detailed the author is when breaking down the smallest of movements pertaining to our characters.