A wintry wind whipped through the park, but by 10 p.m., aloft in the tree, it was as quiet as Manhattan gets.
Over the bare limbs of the trees, which now swayed in the wintry wind, rose the steeple of the Union Park Congregational Church, and far off the towers of several others.
He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side.
