boys could see across the high pond bank into the water.
“My!” Bert exclaimed; “isn’t it awful!”
“Yes, it is,” Harry replied. “You see, all the streams from the mountains wash into this pond, and in a big storm like this it gets very dangerous.”
“Why do they build houses in such dangerous places?” asked Bert.
“Oh, you see, that house of Burns’ has stood there maybe one hundred years—long before any dam was put in the pond to work the sawmill,” said Harry.
“Oh, that’s it—is it?” Bert replied. “I thought it was odd to put houses right in line with a dam.”
“See how strong the water is getting,” went on Harry. “Look at that big log floating down.”
“It will be fun when it stops raining,” remarked Bert. “We can sail things almost anywhere.”
“Yes, I’ve seen the pond come right up across the road down at Hopkins’ once,” Harry told his cousins. “That was when it had rained a whole week without stopping.”
“Say,” called Dinah from the foot of the stairs. “You boys up there better get your boots on and look after that Frisky cow. John’s gone off somewhere, and dat calf am crying herself sick out in de barn. Maybe she a-gettin’ drownded.”
It did not take long to get their boots and overcoats on and hurry out to the barn.
“Sure enough, she is getting drownded!” exclaimed Harry, as they saw the poor little calf standing in water up to her knees.
“Where is all the water coming from?” asked Bert.
“I don’t know,” Harry answered, “unless the tank upstairs has overflowed.”
The boys ran up the stairs and found, just as Harry thought, the tank that supplied all the barns with water, and which also gave a supply for the house to be used on the lawn, was flowing over.
“Is there any way of letting it out?” asked Bert, quite frightened.
“We can open all the faucets, besides dipping out pailfuls,” said Harry. “But I wish John would get back.”
Harry ran to get the big water pail, while Bert turned on the faucet at the outside of the barn, the one in the horse stable, another that supplied water for the chickens and ducks, and the one John used for carriage washing. Frisky, of course, had been moved to a dry corner and now stopped crying.
Harry gathered all the large water pails he could carry, and hurried up to the tank followed by Bert.
“It has gone down already,” said Harry, as they looked into the tank again. “But we had better dip out all we can, to make sure. Lucky we found it as soon as we did, for there are all father’s tools on the bench right under the tank, besides all those new paints that have just been opened.”
“Here comes John now,” said Bert, as he heard the barn door open and shut again.
“Come up here, John!” called Harry; “we’re almost flooded out. The tank overflowed.”
“It did!” exclaimed John. “Gracious! I hope nothing is spoiled.”
“Oh, we just caught it in tine,” Harry told him, “and we opened up the faucets as soon as we could. Then we began dipping out, to make sure.”
“You were smart boys this time,” John told him, “and saved a lot of trouble by being so prompt to act. There is going to be a flood sure. The dam is roaring like Niagara, and they haven’t opened the gates yet.”
“I’m glad we are up high,” Bert remarked, for he had never seen a country flood before, and was a good deal frightened at the prospect.
“Hey, John!” called Freddie from the back porch. “Hey, bring me some more nails, will you? I need them for my ark.”
“He’s building an ark!” laughed Bert. “Guess we’ll need it all right if this keeps on.”
Harry got some nails from his toolbox in the carriage house, and the boys went up to the house.
There they found Freddie on the hard cement cellar floor, nailing boards together as fast as his little hammer could drive the nails in.
“How’s that?” asked the little fellow, standing up the raft.
“I guess that will float,” said Bert, “and when it stops raining we can try it.”
“I’m going to make a regular ark like the play one I’ve got home,” said Freddie, “only mine will be a big one with room for us all, besides Frisky, Snoop, Fluffy, and—”
“Old Bill. We’ll need a horse to tow us back when the water goes down,” laughed Harry.
Freddie went on working as seriously as if he really expected to be a little Noah and save all the people from the flood.
“My, but it does rain!” exclaimed somebody on the front porch.
It was Uncle Daniel, who had just returned from the village, soaking wet.
“They can’t open the gates,” Uncle Daniel told Aunt Sarah. “They let the water get so high the planks sailed away and now they can’t get near the dam.”
“That is bad for the poor Burns family!” exclaimed Aunt Sarah. “I had better have John drive me down and see if they need anything.”
“I stopped in on my way up,” Uncle Daniel told her, “and they were about ready to move out. We’ll bring them up here if it gets any worse.”
“Why don’t they go to the gates in a boat?” asked Bert.
“Why, my dear boy,” said Uncle Daniel, “anybody who would go near that torrent in a boat might as well jump off the bridge. The falls are twenty-five feet high, and the water seems to have built them up twice that. If one went within two hundred feet of the dam the surging water would carry him over.”
“You see,” said Harry, explaining it further, “there is like a window in the falls, a long low door. When this is opened the water is drawn down under and does not all have to go over the falls.”
“And if there is too much pressure against the stone wall that makes the dam, the wall may be carried away. That’s what we call the dam bursting,” finished Uncle Daniel.
All this was very interesting to Bert, who could not help being frightened at the situation.
The boys told Uncle Daniel how the tank in the barn had overflowed, and he said they had done good work to prevent any damage.
“Oh, Uncle Daniel!” exclaimed Freddie, just then running up from the cellar. “Come and see my ark! It’s most done, and I’m going to put all the animals and things in it to save them from the flood.”
“An ark!” exclaimed his uncle, laughing. “Well, you’re a sensible little fellow to build an ark today, Freddie, for we will surely need one if this keeps up,” and away they went to examine the raft Freddie had actually nailed together in the cellar.
That was an awful night in Meadow Brook, and few people went to bed, staying up instead to watch the danger of the flood. The men took turns walking along the pond bank all night long, and their low call each hour seemed to strike terror in the hearts of those who were in danger.
The men carried lanterns, and the little specks of light were all that could be seen through the darkness.
Mrs. Burns had refused to leave her home.
“I will stay as long as I can,” she told Uncle Daniel. “I have lived here many a year, and that dam has not broken yet, so I’m not going to give up hope now!”
“But you could hardly get out in time should it break,” insisted Uncle Daniel, “and you know we have plenty of room and you are welcome