Elizabeth H. Gray, Old Ninety-Nine's Cave (1909)
“ Fiercer and fiercer the wind blew and the sleet dashed against their shelter as if determined to gain access. Great trees were torn up by the roots and the crashing was fearful. Sounds of distress from herds of cattle huddled together in the woods came to their ears. Cattle seem to scent these storms, and try to reach a place of safety; but the weakly ones frequently perish on the plains.Jack found an empty kettle, an immense black one, in one corner of the shed. ”
