"Mrs. Jonathan arose then, and going to the door, opened it and found that what Cyclona had said was true. The scenery was quite different. It is much further south here, you know, than in the northern part of the State. The grass was green and the trees, hardly budded at all where she came from, here had full grown leaves.
"There was little or no debris in the path of the cyclone, nearly everything, with the exception of the house, having been dropped before it arrived at that point.
"A few stray cows hung from the branches of the large cottonwood trees, Jonathan says...."
Here the Doctor was interrupted by a man who took his pipe out of his mouth and coughed.
"But they presently dropped on all fours," he continued, "and began to munch on the nice green grass growing all about them.
"The landscape thus losing all indications of the tornado's effect, assumed a sylvan aspect which was tranquil in the extreme.
"Not far off stood the horse still hitched to the plough, Jonathan said. The horse had a dazed look, but the plough seemed to be in fit enough condition. One handle, slightly bent, had evidently struck against something on the journey, which gave it a rakish aspect, but that was all."
"Did the horse have its hide on?" asked the man who had coughed.
"So far's I know," the Doctor replied. "Why?"
"Because there's a story goin' the rounds," answered the cougher, "to the effec' that a horse was blown a hundred miles in a cyclone and when they found him he was hitched to a tree and skinned."