along the bank, to watch the rapids; showers of fine frost fell off as we brushed past long the branches. Presently we stood by the murmuring rapids – and lot we stood here, fascinated by the scene.  As the pieces of thin ice floated onto the rapids, a faint swishing sound began which arose to a crackling roar, for the ice, striking the the banking on the other side and a sand bar, which was above the surface, in the middle of the stream, crumbled and piled up in little heaps that became white, and then crushed to pieces the remainder floated on. It was pleasant to watch the flaky ice floated past in endless succession, to hear it crumble, and pile up, dark water.
      We pushed on thru the underbrush, slipping and stumbling on the frozen mud.  Suddenly the sun appeared over the hill, and I shall never forget the wonderful scene I saw then!  Every frost-covered tree, sapling, bush and weed seemed to be lit up with a strange light and the direct beams of the sun shone thru them; they seemed to become alive, - to glow with silver - how dazzlingly bright was the frost and sun and the sun’s reflection on the rippling water!
     Soon we came to the bridge on which we paused a