Victor Appleton, Tom Swift in the Caves of Ice (1911)
“ They had fled in terror at the manifestation of Nature. And Nature, as if satisfied at the mischief she had wrought, called a halt to the movement of the ice. The roaring, grinding sounds ceased, and there were no more collapses of caves in that neighborhood. "Well, we are up against it," spoke Tom, softly. "Poor old Red Cloud! There'll never be another airship like you!" "We are lucky to have escaped with our lives." ”
