After the fire that nearly cleaned us out that first autumn, there was only a brief spell before winter set in. It is on record that the winter of 1906-1907 was one of the longest and most severe ever experienced in western Canada. It started in September and by the following May there were still snowdrifts lying on the shaded side of building and scrub bush. Our house might as well have been made of mosquito netting. The nail heads on the inside walls all carried a long projecting point of frost. We slept in as many clothes as we possessed and under blankets augmented with anything that could serve in that capacity. In the mornings, the bed coverings were thickly coated with frost. The wood stove was stoked continuously but did little to counteract the climate, and boiling water in the kettle would change to ice in a few minutes if the fire died down; water would start to emerge from the spout and the lid in the form of frozen cones. The temperatures reached as low as -- 60°F and created an extent of suffering by man and beast that would be hard to exaggerate.