Over in the east, above the line of timber skirting Cedar Creek, the vast, slightly gibbous moon was rising, sending along the crusted snow a broad path of light.

Other sleighs could be heard through the still, cold air.

Far away a party of four or five were singing a chorus as they spun along the road.
Something sweet and unnamable was stirring in the young fellow's brain as he spun along in the marvelously still and radiant night.

He wished Eileen were with him.

The vast and cloudless blue vault of sky glittered with stars, which even the radiant moon could not dim.