cold creeps

In subterranean corridors cold creeps upon the central vaults of flame.

And the idea of dying fust 'imself gave 'im cold creeps all over.

Minute by minute the deathly cold creeps nearer and nearer to the lost men.

Minute by minute, the deathly cold creeps nearer to the sleeping man.

Then the cold creeps slowly down from the Arctic regions, and begins to reduce the variety.