But the sunrise came at length.

The rosy glaives floated upwards over a lake of light, and the broad continents of cloud fell apart.

Another day had breathed through another night.
Ralph and Sim walked long in silence.

The snow was glistening like a million diamonds over the breast of a mountain, and the upright crags, on which it could not rest, were glittering like shields of steel.
"How beautiful the world is!" said Ralph.
"Ey, but it _is_ that, after all," said Sim.
"After all," repeated Ralph.
They had risen to the summit of a little hill, and they could see as they began to descend on the other side that the snow lay in a deep drift at the bottom.
At the same moment they caught sight of some curious object lying in the distance.
"What thing is that, half covered with the snow ?" asked Sim.
"I cannot say.

We'll soon see." Ralph spoke with panting breath.
"Why, it's a horse!" said Sim.
"Left out on such a night, too," said Ralph.
His face quivered with emotion.