By three o'clock, however, joy at Mike's Place had become beyond question unconfined, and the tokens of it were audible for a long distance in all directions.If, however, there is no sound where no ear hears, silence rested upon the country-side until an hour later.Then a lonely figure came shivering from the direction of the town, not by the road, but slinking through the snow upon the frozen river.It came slowly, as though very tired, and cautiously, too, often turning its head to look behind.Finally it reached the pier, and stopped as if to listen.