Charles Winslow Hall, Adrift in the Ice-Fields
“ La Salle slept but lightly whenever there was need of vigil, and the last words had fallen on his awakening ears."What's the matter, Peter?" said he."We hear many strange noise. I not know, George not know, Regnie not know, none of us know. There it come again. What you call that?"La Salle listened a moment, went to the door, and then beckoned to his companions to follow. The rain fell heavily, but the wind came warm and gently from the balmy south, and no rude blast shrieked and sighed amid the ice-peaks. The strange sounds were sweeter, louder, and apparently nearer than before. ”
