"It's breaking! There she goes!" "No kitchen floor this time.

Bill, with my respects to your old woman," called he of the tobacco.
"Ay," answered the imperturbable Bill.
The whole river seemed to pick itself up and start down the stream.
With the increasing motion the ice-wall broke in a hundred places, and from up and down the shore came the rending and crashing of uprooted trees.
Corliss and Bishop laid hold of Bill and started off to McPherson's, and Jacob Welse and the baron were just sliding his mate over the eaves, when a huge block of ice rammed in and smote the cabin squarely.
Frona saw it, and cried a warning, but the tiered logs were overthrown like a house of cards.

She saw Courbertin and the sick man hurled clear of the wreckage, and her father go down with it.

She sprang to the spot, but he did not rise.

She pulled at him to get his mouth above water, but at full stretch his head, barely showed.