wind for a full day, each minute an agony of whipping precipitation from which there was no escape. Peary, Cook, and Astrup dipped in and out of sleep as the snow turned to hail, then to icy rain. Every so often, shouting to be heard, Peary reminded them to wriggle around to keep from freezing in place. After a while, moonlight pierced through the dark clouds and the snow stopped falling, though the wind continued to sweep it across the plateau.
