"In that dizzy moment her feet to her scarce seemed to touch the ground, and a moment brought her to the water's edge...with one wild cry and flying leap, she vaulted sheer over the turbid current by the shore, on to the raft of ice beyond... The huge green fragment of ice on which she alighted pitched and creaked as her weight came on it, but she staid there not a moment. With wild cries and desperate energy she leaped to another and still another cake; stumbling--leaping--slipping--springing upwards again! Her shoes are gone--her stockings cut from her feet--while blood marked every step; but she saw nothing, felt nothing...

"Yer a brave gal, now, whoever ye ar!" said the man..."

~ Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom's Cabin (1852)

~ Ivadoi I-Kafagway