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The
stream
eddied
and
boiled
against
the
bank
.
Then
,
from
up
the
stream
there
came
a
ripping
crash
.
The
beam
of
the
flashlight
showed
a
great
cottonwood
toppling
.
The
men
stopped
to
watch
.
The
branches
of
the
tree
sank
into
the
water
and
edged
around
with
the
current
while
the
stream
dug
out
the
little
roots
.
Slowly
the
tree
was
freed
,
and
slowly
it
edged
down
the
stream
.
The
weary
men
watched
,
their
mouths
hanging
open
.
The
tree
moved
slowly
down
.
Then
a
branch
caught
on
a
stump
,
snagged
and
held
.
And
very
slowly
the
roots
swung
around
and
hooked
themselves
on
the
new
embankment
.
The
water
piled
up
behind
.
The
tree
moved
and
tore
the
bank
.
A
little
stream
slipped
through
.
Pa
threw
himself
forward
and
jammed
mud
in
the
break
.
The
water
piled
against
the
tree
.
And
then
the
bank
washed
quickly
down
,
washed
around
ankles
,
around
knees
.
The
men
broke
and
ran
,
and
the
current
worked
smoothly
into
the
flat
,
under
the
cars
,
under
the
automobiles
.
Uncle
John
saw
the
water
break
through
.
In
the
murk
he
could
see
it
.
Uncontrollably
his
weight
pulled
him
down
.
He
went
to
his
knees
,
and
the
tugging
water
swirled
about
his
chest
.
Pa
saw
him
go
.
«
Hey
!
What
’
s
the
matter
?
»
He
lifted
him
to
his
feet
.
«
You
sick
?
Come
on
,
the
cars
is
high
.
»
Uncle
John
gathered
his
strength
.
«
I
dunno
,
"
he
said
apologetically
.
«
Legs
give
out
.
Jus
’
give
out
.
»
Pa
helped
him
along
toward
the
cars
.
When
the
dike
swept
over
,
Al
turned
and
ran
.
His
feet
moved
heavily
.
The
water
was
about
his
calves
when
he
reached
the
truck
.
He
flung
the
tarpaulin
off
the
nose
and
jumped
into
the
car
.
He
stepped
on
the
starter
,
The
engine
turned
over
and
over
,
and
there
was
no
bark
of
the
motor
.
He
choked
the
engine
deeply
.
The
battery
turned
the
sodden
motor
more
and
more
slowly
,
and
there
was
no
cough
.
Over
and
over
,
slower
and
slower
.
Al
set
the
spark
high
.
He
felt
under
the
seat
for
the
crank
and
jumped
out
.
The
water
was
higher
than
the
running
board
.
He
ran
to
the
front
end
.
Crank
case
was
under
water
now
.
Frantically
he
fitted
the
crank
and
twisted
around
and
around
,
and
his
clenched
hand
on
the
crank
splashed
in
the
slowly
flowing
water
at
each
turn
.
At
last
his
frenzy
gave
out
.
The
motor
was
full
of
water
,
the
battery
fouled
by
now
.
On
slightly
higher
ground
two
cars
were
started
and
their
lights
on
.
They
floundered
in
the
mud
and
dug
their
wheels
down
until
finally
the
drivers
cut
off
the
motors
and
sat
still
,
looking
into
the
headlight
beams
.
And
the
rain
whipped
white
streaks
through
the
lights
.
Al
went
slowly
around
the
truck
,
reached
in
,
and
turned
off
the
ignition
.
When
Pa
reached
the
cat
-
walk
,
he
found
the
lower
end
floating
.
He
stepped
it
down
into
the
mud
,
under
water
.
«
Think
ya
can
make
it
awright
,
John
?
»
he
asked
.
«
I
’
ll
be
awright
.
Jus
’
go
on
.
»
Pa
cautiously
climbed
the
cat
-
walk
and
squeezed
himself
in
the
narrow
opening
.
The
two
lamps
were
turned
low
.
Ma
sat
on
the
mattress
beside
Rose
of
Sharon
,
and
Ma
fanned
her
still
face
with
a
piece
of
cardboard
.
Mrs
.
Wainwright
poked
dry
brush
into
the
stove
,
and
a
dank
smoke
edged
out
around
the
lids
and
filled
the
car
with
a
smell
of
burning
tissue
.
Ma
looked
up
at
Pa
when
he
entered
,
and
then
quickly
down
.
