“Patches of snow were an eerie blue and silver while the bare ice was black as tar. Wooded hillsides and rocks curled sleepily round the lake's shore. But John saw no beauty. "We're not going to stay here, are we?" He glanced at a trapper's cabin and then turned a worried face to his father. The cabin was perched behind them high on a rocky prominence."Shh! We'll talk when we get down to the lake," his father muttered.For the next few minutes only the rush of their breathing, the scrinch of snow... beneath their feet, and the soft shish of pine branches brushing against their clothing disturbed the magical stillness. Two minutes later Ian McNab stepped onto the ice. John hesitated. "Is it safe, Dad?""Quite safe. Rabbie says it must be four feet thick by now. There are subterranean springs at one or two points near the shore, but even those spots should be safe. You needn't be scared. Try it. It feels rock solid." He stamped his foot hard on the ice. Carefully John joined his father. "It's Rabbie I'm scared of, Dad.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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