Theodore Winthrop,
Love and Skates — Chapter XII. In the Ice
(1863)
“ Wade steered by his last glimpse, — by the current, —by the rush of the roaring wind, — by instinct.How merciful that in such a moment a man is spared the agony of thought! His agony goes into action, intense as life.It was bitterly cold. A swash of ice-water filled the bottom of the skiff. She was low enough down without that. They could not stop to bail, and the miniature icebergs they passed began to look significantly over the gunwale. Which would come to the point of foundering first, the boat or the little floe it aimed for? ”
