Everything was ice-bound.

Brooklets, waterfalls, rivers, all were held fast by the ice-king.

Simon was much impressed by the scenery.

The great giant mountains towering up on every hand were a revelation to him, and he stood open-mouthed, gazing at what is perhaps among the grandest sights in France.
We swept through Mont Cenis Tunnel, and then, with a cry of gladness, we entered the sunny land of Italy.

What a change it was! Here the warm sun, which had been hidden on the other side by the high mountain range, had melted the snow, and so bright streams of water came rushing down the mountain sides, laughing as if in glee.