The Bobbsey Twins MEGAPACK ®. Laura Lee Hope
Burns would look up and say, “Dear Lord, I thank Thee!”
Peter, of course, was out with the men. He could not move his barns and chicken house, but he had taken his cow and horse to places of safety.
There were other families along the road in danger as well as the Burnses, but they were not so near the dam, and would get some warning to escape before the flood could reach them should the dam burst.
How the water roared! And how awfully dark it was! Would morning ever come?
“Four o’clock—the water rises!” shouted the men from the bank.
“Here, Mary!” called Peter Burns at the door of their little home, “you put your shawl on and run up the road as fast as you can! Don’t wait to take anything, but go!”
“Oh, my babies’ pictures!” she cried. “My dear babies! I must have them.”
The poor frightened little woman rushed about the house looking for the much-prized pictures of her babies that were in heaven.
“It’s a good thing they all have a safe home tonight,” she thought, “for their mother could not give them safety if they were here.”
“Come, Mary!” called Peter, outside. “That dam is swaying like a tree-top, and it will go over any minute.” With one last look at the little home Mrs. Burns went out and closed the door.
Outside there were people from all along the road. Some driven out of their homes in alarm, others having turned out to help their neighbors.
The watchmen had left the bank. A torrent from the dam would surely wash that away, and brave as the men were they could not watch the flood any longer.
“Get past the willows quick!” called the men. “Let everybody who is not needed hurry up the road!”
Mr. Mason, Mr. Hopkins, Uncle Daniel, and John, besides Peter Burns, were the men most active in the life-saving work. There were not many boats to be had, but what there were had been brought inland early in the day, for otherwise they would have been washed away long before down the stream into the river.
“What’s that?” called Uncle Daniel, as there was a heavy crash over near the gates.
Then everybody listened breathless.
It was just coming daylight, and the first streak of dawn saw the end of the awful rain.
Not one man in the crowd dared to run up that pond bank and look over the gates!
“It’s pretty strong!” said the watchman. “I expected to hear it crash an hour ago!”
There was another crash!
“There she goes!” said Mr. Burns, and then nobody spoke.
CHAPTER XVII
A Town Afloat
“Is she going?” asked Uncle Daniel at last, after a wait of several minutes.
Daylight was there now; and was ever dawn more welcome in Meadow Brook!
“I’ll go up to the pipes,” volunteered John. “And I can see from there.”
Now, the pipes were great water conduits, the immense black iron kind that are used for carrying water into cities from reservoirs. They were situated quite a way from the dam, but as it was daylight John could see the gates as he stood on the pipes that crossed above the pond.
Usually boys could walk across these pipes in safety, as they were far above the water, but the flood had raised the stream so that the water just reached the pipes, and John had to be careful.
“What’s that?” he said, as he looked down the raging stream.
“Something lies across the dam!” he shouted to the anxious listeners.
This was enough. In another minute every man was on the pond bank.
“The big elm!” they shouted. “It has saved the dam!”
What a wonderful thing had happened! The giant elm tree that for so many, many years had stood on the edge of the stream, was in this great flood washed away, and as it crossed the dam it broke the force of the torrent, really making another waterfall.
“It is safe now!” exclaimed Uncle Daniel in surprise. “It was the tree we heard crash against the bank. The storm is broken at last, and that tree will hold where it is stuck until the force goes down. Then we can open the gates.”
To think that the houses were safe again! That poor Mrs. Burns could come back to the old mill home once more!
“We must never have this risk again,” said Mr. Mason to Uncle Daniel. “When the water goes down we will open the gates, then the next dry spell that comes when there is little water in the pond we will break that dam and let the water run through in a stream. If the mill people want water power they will have to get it some place where it will not endanger lives.”
Uncle Daniel agreed with Mr. Mason, and as they were both town officials, it was quite likely what they said would be done in Meadow Brook.
“Hey, Bert and Harry!” called Tom Mason, as he and Jack Hopkins ran past the Bobbsey place on their way to see the dam. “Come on down and see the flood.”
The boys did not wait for breakfast, but with a buttered roll in hand Harry and Bert joined the others and hurried off to the flood.
“Did the dam burst?” was the first question everybody asked along the way, and when told how the elm tree had saved it the people were greatly astonished.
“Look at this,” called Tom, as they came to a turn in the road where the pond ran level with the fields. That was where it was only stream, and no embankment had been built around it.
“Look!” exclaimed Jack; “the water has come up clear across the road, and we can only pass by walking on the high board fence.”
“Or get a boat,” said Tom. “Let’s go back to the turn and see if there’s a boat tied anywhere.”
“Here’s Herolds’,” called Harry, as they found the pretty little rowboat, used for pleasure by the summer cottagers, tied up to a tree.
“We’ll just borrow that,” said Jack, and then the four boys lifted the boat to that part of the road where the water ran.
“All get in, and I’ll push off,” said Harry, who had hip-boots on. The other three climbed in, then Harry gave a good push and scrambled over the edge himself.
“Think of rowing a boat in the middle of a street,” said Bert. “That’s the way they do in Naples,” he added, “but I never expected to see such a thing in Meadow Brook.”
The boys pushed along quite easily, as the water was deep enough to use oars in, and soon they had rounded the curve of the road and were in sight of the people looking at the dam.
“What an immense tree!” exclaimed Bert, as they left their boat and mounted the bank.
“That’s what saved the dam!” said Harry. “Now Mrs. Burns can come back home again.”
“But look there!” called Tom. “There goes Peter Burns’ chicken house.”
Sure enough, the henhouse had left its foundation and now toppled over into the stream.
It had been built below the falls, near the Burns house, and Peter had some valuable ducks and chickens in it.
“The chickens!” called Jack, as they ran along. “Get the boat, Harry, and we can save some.”
The boys were dashing out now right in the stream, Jack and Tom being good oarsmen.
But the poor chickens! What an awful noise they made, as they tried to keep on the dry side of the floating house!
The ducks, of course, didn’t mind it, but they added their strange quacking to