Over the years the tragedy has a mythical aura.
It was a New Year eve and the water in town's
lake was deemed safe to hold a lot of people.
The boy, being quite fearful, stood near shore
when he noticed the ice was detached from
land, it had become a gigantic moving ice flake.
Quickly he jumped ashore and there was what
sounded as an explosion when the ice broke up
into floes. Great terror and screams, the boy saw
horse and sled disappearing and neighing of
the animals rang in his ears for days. The night was
black as was the ice where white hands, above
water, looked like lilies in a field of dread.
The boy took fright and ran home, but didn't tell
his mother what he had witnessed.
The boy is an old man now and no longer sure
if it really happened and there is no one he can
ask because those who might know the real truth
are long since dead.