It crashed upon the moving mass beneath, and flying fragments landed at the feet of those that watched.

Caught broadside in a chaos of pressures, it crumbled into scattered pieces and disappeared.
"God!" The baron spoke the word reverently and with awe.
Frona caught his hand on the one side and her father's on the other.
The ice was now leaping past in feverish haste.

Somewhere below a heavy cake butted into the bank, and the ground swayed under their feet.

Another followed it, nearer the surface, and as they sprang back, upreared mightily, and, with a ton or so of soil on its broad back, bowled insolently onward.

And yet another, reaching inshore like a huge hand, ripped three careless pines out by the roots and bore them away.
Day had broken, and the driving white gorged the Yukon from shore to shore.