"But it was a distance that night--a tumble distance," he continued, before she could answer.

"That was forty-one years ago, coming November.

An' it was cold, an' the snow was deep.

It was bitter cold--so cold it caught my Jane's lungs, an' that was what made her go a little later.

The slope up there don't look steep now, but it was steep then--with two feet of snow to drag ourselves through.