Various, Harper's Round Table, March 10…
“ Swinging himself down by the branches of the oak, William found himself in possession of the very things that he most needed. In their unaccountable flight the strange party had left behind them a rough blanket and a blue woollen cape, and a huge flint-lock pistol, whose dark butt protruded from the snow, where it had been dropped, like some new growth of the forest.A short distance away was a placid-looking horse who had commenced again to gnaw the trunk of a white birch."Refuse not the gifts the gods provide," quoted William. ”
