stiff-cold

Updated: May 26, 2025

The child was so utterly alone, you know. The road was lonely, a mere mountain-path striking obliquely through the hills to the highway: darkening hills and sky and valleys strangely sinking into that desolate homesick mood of winter twilight. The sun was gone; one or two sad red shadows lay across the gray. Night would soon be here, and he lay stiff-cold beneath the snow.

Various - The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 60, October, 1862