Now, boys, they've been trying to get this biler across the tracks here, and they've broke the ice.

The water in this ditch is three feet deep and freezing cold.
They've stuck getting the biler over, but I wonder if we can't cross on it, and hit the wood beyond.

Maybe we can walk it." Jimmy set a foot on the ice-covered boiler, howled, and fell back on the men behind him.

"Jimminy crickets, we niver can do that!" he yelled.

"It's a glare of ice and roundin'.