As the day advanced, the gale gave no sign of dying, excepting brief lulls, the Valley was filled with its weariless roar, and the cloudless sky grew garish-white from myriads of minute, sparkling snow-spicules.

随着时间的推移，狂风没有减弱的迹象，除了短暂的平静，山谷中充满了它不知疲倦的咆哮，万里无云的天空因无数微小的、闪闪发光的雪针而变得耀眼的白色。