Thomas E. Cheney's Miraculous Recovery from Influenza

“I saddled Dolly, my white pony, strapped the axe to the right side of the saddle, and galloped off for a two-mile ride to the foothills where trees were plentiful. Though snow covered the ground and refrigerated the air, the sun was warm, my coat thick, and my heart happy. I had found a pretty tree and had started for home, carry-it across the saddle in front of me, when suddenly I shivered and felt cold. It was a sudden chill like jumping into the pond, and I was so tired I wanted to lie down. ... As I climbed from the stack and went for my pony, I saw that she had two heads which moved in unison and then moved together and amalgamated into one. ... I remember how the saddle horn dug into my breast bone, and I would sit upright until exhausted and cling to the horn to keep from falling; then I would drop to the pony's neck again with the saddle digging into my chest. — Millennial Star 113:12”