'Would it?' asked Malleville.
'Yes,' replied Beechnut, 'it bore her perfectly. She advanced to the middle of it, springing up and down upon her feet to try the strength of the ice as she proceeded. She found that it was very strong.
'"Now," said she, "for the cascade."
'So saying, she began to draw her silver feather down the cascade, and immediately the same effect was produced which I had observed upon the water. The noise of the waterfall was immediately hushed. Beautiful stalactites and icicles were formed in the place of the pouring and foaming water. I should have thought that the cascade had been wholly congealed were it not that I could see in some places by the moonlight that the water was still gurgling down behind the ice, just as it usually does when cascades and waterfalls are frozen by natural cold.'
Wherever the feather passed it changed the surface of the water.—Page 302.
'Yes,' said Phonny, 'I have watched it very often on the brook.'
'On what brook?' asked Malleville.
'On the pasture brook,' said Phonny.