“Snow is a hell of a thing,” said Ross, by way of a foreword. “It ain’t, somehow, it seems to me, salubrious. I can stand water and mud and two inches below zero and a hundred and ten in the shade and medium-sized cyclones, but this here fuzzy white stuff naturally gets me all locoed. I reckon the reason it rattles you is because it changes the look of things so much. It’s like you had a wife and left her in the morning with the same old blue cotton wrapper on, and rides in of a night and runs across her all outfitted in a white silk evening frock, waving an ostrich-feather fan, and monkeying with a posy of lily flowers. Wouldn’t it make you look for your pocket compass? You’d be liable to kiss her before you collected your presence of mind.”
Great. All that snow looks kind of romantic.
Hilarious quote. I love the photo. Are those shoes/boots hanging in the right foreground?
oh, I love his stories. My Dad used to read them to me.
We had a problem in our office not too long ago where something was locked and we desperately needed to open it. I mentioned the O’Henry story about the bankrobber and the boy locked in the vault. Nobody amongst all my very well educated colleagues, had heard of it. So sad.
What a photo!!!