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.