The next morning it rained on top of the hail for about an hour, but after that it quickly froze again, the air turning intensely cold.

Then Paul beheld the whole world sheathed in glittering ice.

The sight was so dazzling that his eyes were almost blinded, but it was wonderfully beautiful, too.

The frozen surface of the lake threw back the light in myriads of golden sheaves, and every tree, down to the last twig, gleamed in a silvery polished sheath.
"It 'pears to me," said Shif'less Sol lazily, "that we ain't on an islan' no longer.

The Superior Powers hev built a drawbridge, on which anything can pass." "That's so," said Paul.