"Come here.

I want you to see it!" Thoreau went and stood beside him, and David pointed to the one window of his room, which faced the rising sun.

The window was covered with frost, and the frost as they looked at it was like a golden fire.
"I think that was what woke me," he said.

"At least my eyes were on it when I opened them.

It is wonderful!" "It is very cold, and the frost is thick," said Thoreau.