We ran along its margin with torturing anxiety, looking for an ice bridge.
By midday I had passed the island to which I had crossed on the ice bridge.
On the morning of March 18 two more were taken at the ice bridge, and a third was picked up alive on the shore.
There was an ice bridge, too, so that people crossed from one shore to the other.
By mid-day I had passed the island to which I had crossed on the ice bridge.
Anyway, Mr. Rabbit found the ice bridge over the pond, and as he was in something of a hurry he skipped across it.
This had preserved an ice bridge, so that by crossing a few cracks I managed to get to it safely.
On March 18, 1908, Mr. Savage saw a handsome male canvasback come down against the ice bridge.
