The street was vacant, and the houses dark, excepting that a faint light shone behind a curtain in one chamber window.

Jonas supposed that somebody was sick there.

Even the mill was silent, and the gate shut down; and, instead of the ordinary roar of the water under the wheel, only a hissing sound was heard, where the imprisoned water spouted through the crevices of the flume.

Vast stalactites of ice extended continuously along the whole face of the dam, like a frozen waterfall, behind which the water percolated curiously down into the foaming abyss, at the bottom of the fall.

Jonas thought that all this, seen by starlight, looked very cold.
The horses trotted across the bridge with a loud sound, which reverberated far and wide in the still night.