MR. RICHARD SPAMER of St. Louis, Missouri, writes:

"Let me tell you that I claim the distinction of being the only man from as far West as St. Louis, Missouri, who was caught in that convulsion of nature and who was not dug out until the following Sunday, when after leaving Port Jervis in a relief train, I arrived in New York City.

"I left St. Louis on the Baltimore and Ohio R. R. on the morning of March l0th, 1888 and should have been in New York by the evening of Match 12th. That night after riding through a snow storm all the way east of Pittsburgh, Pa., our train stalled at Port Jervis. All day long the snow had not fallen directly from the skies-it had blown horizontally past the car windows, where for hours I had watched it with spell-bound amazement. On the morning of the 12th the conductor told us he could go no further. We sat in the car, some six of us, until noon when the dining-car stewards served coffee. Supplies ran out on the evening of that day; there was no steam in the engine. The train crew, engineer, fireman, porters, conductor, and all the rest came into the Pullman, and we made ourselves as comfortable as possible for the night while efforts were being made to dig out the train. The driving gear of the locomotive was a solid mass of ice. To move it would have jeopardized the whole works. The following morning a relief party from far up the road reached us with provisions. Those hampers of sandwiches and pots of coffee seemed like unto the manna of the Israelites. . . . Then we had to walk up the track to a little hotel, where many countryside folk received us as creatures that had a special dispensation of Providence. They made me comfortable until I could resume my journey to New York, where I arrived the following Sunday morning, having passed through snow banks higher than the roof of our cars all the way. Snow was piled up under the elevated tracks in New York, and neither side of any street was visible from the other. Uptown streets remained almost impassable for a week or more. All this constituted an adventure I wouldn't pass up if it came again despite the fact that I am nearly 77 years old now and was only about 32 then. I may add that the first news that came to St. Louis directly from New York was telegraphed from there from an account I had written for THE NEW YORK WORLD about my experiences in the stalled Pullman at Port Jervis."