every day to get out t

    into cakes by metoo o require description, and

    to to an

    ice platform, and raised by grappling irons and block and tackle,

    ack, as surely as so many barrels of

    flour, and there placed evenly side by side, and row upon row, as if

    to pierce the

    clouds.  told me t in a good day t out a

    tons, s and

    quot;cradle-; erra firma, by the

    passage of track, and the horses invariably

    ate ts out of cakes of ice  like buckets.  they

    stacked up ty-five feet

    ting ween

    tside layers to exclude though

    never so cold, finds a passage t ies,

    leaving sligs or studs only here, and finally

    topple it do first it looked like a vast blue fort or

    Val uck to the

    crevices, and t looked

    like a venerable moss-grointed

    marble, ter, t old man he almanac --

    y, as if o estivate hey

    calculated t not ty-five per cent of ts

    destination, and t t ed in the

    cars.  ill greater part of t

    destiny from ended; for, eithe ice was

    found not to keep so ed, containing more air than

    usual, or for some ot never got to market.  this heap,

    made in ter of 46-7 and estimated to contain ten thousand

    tons,  was

    unroofed t of it carried off, t

    remaining exposed to t stood over t summer and t

    er, and  quite melted till September, 1848.  the

    pond recovered ter part.

    Like ter,