He had no idea French rivers could be so cold.

The Marne must be fed by a whole flock of glaciers.
His teeth began to chatter violently, and then he took stern hold of himself.

He felt that he was allowing his imagination to run away with him, and he rebuked John Scott sternly and often for such foolishness.
He tried to get some warmth into his veins by jumping up and down in the water, but it was of little avail.

Yet he stood it another hour.

Then he made one more long and critical examination of the ground.
Shells were now screaming high overhead, but nobody was in sight.