"The snow beneath the sled was not thick and soft as it had been before, but hard, and coated with bluish ice...[but] Jonas grinned with delight, looking forward to the breathtaking slide"(Lowry 136).
Jonas "was no longer feeling the freedom, but instead, terrified, was at the mercy of the wild acceleration downward over the ice"(Lowry 137).
"Sideways, spinning, the sled hit a bump in the hill and Jonas was jarred loose and thrown violently into the air. He fell with his leg twisted under him, and could hear the crack of bone"(Lowry 137).
"His face scraped along jagged edges of ice and when he came, at last, to a stop, he lay shocked and still, feeling nothing at first but fear"(Lowry 137).
"Then the first wave of pain. he gasped, it was if a hatchet lay lodged in his leg, slicing through each nerve with a hot blade. In his agony he perceived the word "fire" and felt flames licking at the torn bone and flesh. he tried to move, and could not"(Lowry 137).
"Sobbing, he turned his head and vomited onto the frozen snow. Blood dripped from his face into the vomit. "Nooooo!" he cried and the sound disappeared into the empty landscape, into the wind"(Lowry 137).