Would you like to try?
If not, perhaps somebody else will come." He looked at the others, and they looked at the white declivity.

It was much longer than any they had gone down, and a girl laughed.
"To begin with, we'll watch you.

I was upset on the last slide and it's rather a long way to roll down to the dale." Grace lay down on a cushion with her head just behind the toboggan's curved front; Thorn found room farther back, with his legs in the snow, and amidst some laughter and joking the others pushed; them off.

The surface was hard, and for a time the toboggan ran smoothly and steadily; then the pace got faster, and showers of snow flew up like spray.

It beat into Grace's eyes and whipped her face, until she bent her head in the shelter of the curled front.
The sharp hiss the steel runners made was louder, the wind began to scream, and she got something of a shock when she cautiously looked up.
It was hard to see through the snowy spray, but the top of the crag looked ominously near.