The twinkle faded from his eyes, and a look of unrest swept into them.

He muttered something, and catching up his bag, shoved in the rat.

As he reset the trap, a big crow dropped from branch to branch on a sycamore above him, and his back scarcely was turned before it alighted on the ice, and ravenously picked at three drops of blood purpling there.
Away down the ice-sheeted river led Dannie's trail, showing plainly across the snow blanket.

The wind raved through the trees, and around the curves of the river.

The dark earth of the banks peeping from under overhanging ice and snow, looked like the entrance to deep mysterious caves.