The next night our plight in typhoids was not one to be envied-Army blankets had been stretched inadequately across the windows and the beds pulled out of the way of draughts as much as possible, but do what we could the place was like an icehouse; the snow filtered softly through the flapping blankets, and how we cursed the Hun!
"Fanny Goes to War"
Pat Beauchamp
The old mill, the gray, old house of the miller, empty and cheerless, the pond and the icehouse were but a little way forward.
"The Auto Boys' Vacation"
James A. Braden
They drew near and walked alongside of the icehouse between the building and the water.
"The Auto Boys' Vacation"
James A. Braden