by “Katharine”, Letters from an Oregon Ranch
“ How he was to cross that long stretch of roof, we couldn’t see. This problem he immediately solved by sitting astride the comb of the roof and jumping himself along, in a series of kangaroo leaps, a moving spectacle, as seen upon the sharp ridge of a snowy cliff; that dark, distorted figure, half crawling, half leaping, followed by the funereal folds of a trailing Prince Albert coat. Tom, unable to restrain his delight, called out, with true showman eloquence: “The greatest free open-air entertainment ever seen upon the Pacific Slope! ”
