By midday I had passed the island to which I had crossed on the ice bridge.
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.
We ran along its margin with torturing anxiety, looking for an 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.
On the morning of March 18 two more were taken at the ice bridge, and a third was picked up alive on the shore.
On March 18, 1908, Mr. Savage saw a handsome male canvasback come down against the ice bridge.
This had preserved an ice bridge, so that by crossing a few cracks I managed to get to it safely.
