66 JUSTIN MORGAN 



on trees draped with icicles and a world carpeted with 

 snow, sparkling and gleaming, dazzling their eyes with 

 its glitter. 



A strange calm had fallen on the wind-swept scene 

 when they rose and shook themselves, stiff with cold, to 

 set off homeward. Over all the glistening landscape 

 hung a deep-blue sky, calm, serene. 



It was his hardihood that saved the little horse, but 

 good Dame Margery Griswold caught her death that 

 night while the child she braved the storm to save lived 

 on to bless her name. 



