As I approached the county
town I noticed that the snow was deeper than the highest building in the
town, in fact, none of the town was visible, excepting about three feet
of the spire of the tallest church in the place."
Quincy stopped and glanced about the table. Every eye was fastened upon
him, and all, including the Professor and Stiles particularly, were
listening intently. Quincy continued his story:
"I was well supplied with buffalo robes, so after tying my horse firmly
to the weather vane on the spire, I made up a bed on the snow with my
buffalo robes, and slept soundly and comfortably all night. When I woke
in the morning I was still enveloped in the robes, but found to my
surprise that I was lying upon the ground. I looked around, but there
was no sign of snow anywhere. I arose and looked about for my horse and
buggy, but they were not in sight. Then I remembered that I had tied my
horse to the weather vane. Casting my eyes upward I saw my horse and
buggy hanging by the strap, the horse having secured a footing on the
side of the spire. Happily I had a revolver with me, and with one shot I
severed the broad leathern strap.
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