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Light as the task would have been for a strong man to lower the small
boat to the ground, it took Daylight hours. And many hours more, day
by day, he dragged himself around it, lying on his side to calk the
gaping seams with moss. Yet, when this was done, the river still held.
Its ice had risen many feet, but would not start down-stream. And one
more task waited, the launching of the boat when the river ran water to
receive it. Vainly Daylight staggered and stumbled and fell and crept
through the snow that was wet with thaw, or across it when the night's
frost still crusted it beyond the weight of a man, searching for one
more squirrel, striving to achieve one more transmutation of furry leap
and scolding chatter into the lifts and tugs of a man's body that would
hoist the boat over the rim of shore-ice and slide it down into the
stream.
Not till the twentieth of May did the river break. The down-stream
movement began at five in the morning, and already were the days so
long that Daylight sat up and watched the ice-run. Elijah was too far
gone to be interested in the spectacle. Though vaguely conscious, he
lay without movement while the ice tore by, great cakes of it caroming
against the bank, uprooting trees, and gouging out earth by hundreds of
tons.
All about them the land shook and reeled from the shock of these
tremendous collisions. At the end of an hour the run stopped.
Somewhere below it was blocked by a jam. Then the river began to rise,
lifting the ice on its breast till it was higher than the bank. From
behind ever more water bore down, and ever more millions of tons of ice
added their weight to the congestion. The pressures and stresses became
terrific. Huge cakes of ice were squeezed out till they popped into
the air like melon seeds squeezed from between the thumb and forefinger
of a child, while all along the banks a wall of ice was forced up.
When the jam broke, the noise of grinding and smashing redoubled. For
another hour the run continued. The river fell rapidly. But the wall
of ice on top the bank, and extending down into the falling water,
remained.
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