the sight of ice crystals frosting its blank eyes made me shudder-not at the sight of death ; that was quite beautiful , with the great dark body so still , crusted with snow-but at the thought that had i not yielded to my sense of uneasiness and gone out into the night searching for jamie , the stark still life before my eyes might well have been entitled `` dead scotsman in snow '' rather than `` frozen elk with arguing indians . ''