snow-shackled

Updated: May 3, 2025

All at once they came in sight of a river, snow-shackled like all the others, except for black patches where the under-running flood so hurried in rapid places that the surface could not freeze. From such air-holes, as they are called, steam arose that was like the smoke of fires. "What is that river?" she called. "Dat's de Roaring Rifer, leddy," Stefan informed her.

George Van Schaick - The Peace of Roaring River