Ora's Miraculous Deliverance from the Blizzard through the Lost Aviator

“Suddenly the dog barked. Her heart leaped. Then he burst into clamor. She hastened to the door and pulled it open. A cold blast cut her like an icy knife. Her eyes sweeping the horizon, at some distance she saw a black object crouched on the white expanse of snow. As she watched it, it moved. She stepped outside and pulled the door shut after her. Slowly it crept on. In its clumsy movements it looked like a bear. Once it flattened out and lay still. As it approached the house it rose up like a man. She ran out. It was a man, swathed in a queer bundle of clothes and nearer dead than alive. — The Young Woman's Journal 34:12”