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Out of the sun it was bitterly cold, and we were glad to light a fire, which crackled and roared up the broad chimney and made a pretty accompaniment to the Chancery Barrister's song about the Jolly Young Waterman. He sang it all in one key, and that the wrong one. But it was a well-meant effort, and we all joined in the chorus.
Blood was running down the face of the wife. The younger children were screaming in the house. Children and women were shrieking in every direction as they fled to the shelter of the surrounding woods. The flame roared and crackled as it licked the resin from the pine logs of the church and leaped aloft.
And together they replied, shivering, "No bluer than yourself, tooth-chatterer." And Frost, not so far away, crackled and laughed, and leapt from fir tree to fir tree, crackling as he came. The girls heard that some one was coming through the forest. "Listen! there's some one coming. Yes, and with bells on his sledge!" "Shut up, you slut! I can't hear, and the frost is taking the skin off me."
The curtains were dropped before the large bay window, and though it was not cold a pleasant fire crackled in the open grate. "Why, mamma, are you sick?" Bertie asked, running quickly to the side of the bed. "Have you seen papa?" said mamma, smiling. "He went out to tell you I have a present for you." "No, mamma, I didn't see him."
Father Lucien crossed the floor and after standing for a time beside the bunk came back and sat down by the stove. "You can put in fresh wood; it won't disturb him now," he said. "He's sleeping well. I think the danger's over." The cord wood snapped and crackled, the front of the stove got red, and sitting in a corner out of the draughts, they began to talk in low voices.
It was borne to her of a sudden that they were in need of one in whom they might confide, of one from whom good advice might come; she felt impelled to tell this stalwart young man, whose eyes read kindness and whose face read right, who seemed to bear them nothing but good-will, that they had not filed the claim. And then The fire crackled cosily, the blackened pail steamed from the cross-piece.
They had made the great rocket on which he had worked all night. They had created it from sketches on paper, followed it through all the stages of construction until now it was ready. A loud-speaker crackled, then boomed, "The time is now zero minus ninety minutes." They were the fastest ninety minutes Rick had ever spent.
There were numerous dark stains upon the carpet, but much of the furniture had been restored to place, while a cheerful wood fire crackled in the open grate. Before it three men were sitting smoking, while upon a small table close at their elbows rested a flat bottle, flanked by several glasses.
In a few minutes I felt the sensation of terror, but in a different way. I was intensely cold. My heart seemed to stand still. I had ringing in my ears. My hair seemed to rise upon my scalp. I persisted in the effort, and the previously mentioned noise in my ears grew louder and louder. The roar became deafening. It crackled like a mighty fire. I was fearfully conscious of myself.
The side of the ship which was towards the fire became so hot that the steam rose from it every time the thin stream of water swept over it. And now all at once a large part became covered with small sparkling flames, just as if sheets of gold leaf had been thrown against it, which crackled in the wind, and at last got fast hold in the oakum seams between the planking.
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