W. H. Shelton, The Last Three Soldiers
“ From the trough huge icicles were pendent, and it was ornamented with great curves of snow; and when Philip set the wheels in motion, a gray dust rose above the bank, and the whir of the grinding as heard at the house was subdued and muffled like the very ghost of a sound. The soldiers dug open spaces to give light, outside the stained-glass windows, and through these the evening firelight repeated the gorgeous colors on the snow. From the path to the mill they dug a branch to the forge, and tunneled a passage to the water, from which they broke the ice every day. ”
