The Wild Clover

Ivic was bouncing down the muddy road when the mist dissolved and he saw it, a boiling white mass rolling at him like annihilation. He drove straight in at full speed, hoping to make it the rest of the way on sheer momentum. But in the white-out he slowed to a crawl, then crept along, feeling through the tires for the road. The children had gone dead silent. In the back of a school notebook, not long after the blizzard, he wrote about what happened. "The earth on either side of the Red River had been rolling pinned by a vast and ancient glacier"