The Bus Plunging to the Bottom

Ivec knew that the ice should still be sound throughout the lake. Yet his unruly thoughts continued. They hadn't gone down a steep riverbank, so he understood that they were on one of the arms of the deep lake That curved intimately below Tabor. The wind toyed with the bus, sometimes booming at its sides, sometimes sliding with a low whistle along the window tops. Ivec would shout to the children, sing that song,. sing that song about the fire. The children sang for as long as they could. His sweat froze on his forehead. His leg shook as he pressed and let up on the break. Staring desperately hard, he wondered about snow blindness. When