"
But we knew that the Doctor had not completely finished his story,
and we waited patiently for the conclusion. Meanwhile the old,
gray silence of the woods again asserted itself, but shadows were
now beginning to gather in the heavy beams of the roof above, and
the dim aisles seemed to be narrowing and closing in around us.
Presently the Doctor recommenced lazily, as if no interruption had
occurred.
"As I said before, I never put much faith in that story, and
shouldn't have told it, but for a rather curious experience of my
own. It was in the spring of '62, and I was one of a party of
four, coming up from O'Neill's, when we had been snowed up. It was
awful weather; the snow had changed to sleet and rain after we
crossed the divide, and the water was out everywhere; every ditch
was a creek, every creek a river. We had lost two horses on the
North Fork, we were dead beat, off the trail, and sloshing round,
with night coming on, and the level hail like shot in our faces.
Things were looking bleak and scary when, riding a little ahead of
the party, I saw a light twinkling in a hollow beyond.
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