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The Cloudburst

In April, 1865, I remember standing on the second porch with Aunt Becky and others, watching the water go down the creek. There was a truck patch across the creek, and I remember that father had his tools on the bank of the creek between the house and the water. He was afraid they would wash away, so he brought them beside the white fence around the yard. There they didn't wash away. After the cloudburst, Father wasn't afraid of the house washing away anymore because it was built on rock.

The old saw mill had a room off to one side as the office. Down below the trestle, that was. I mind so well that the water came in '65 because Uncle Henry was going to rebuild the sawmill that summer and he had a good part of the logs sawed out. Then came the water and washed part of the old mill's foundation out, as it stood right beside of the creek, and he had to haul his logs to the Enos Yount sawmill east of Pig Eye.

Then I mind about the big oak tree that stood at the northwest corner of the woods, just inside the field. Father had sawed a lot of fence posts from this, before this old mill washed away. He had them piled fence rail fashion east of the new house. The cloud burst came and washed the fence posts down the creek, a couple hundred of them. They found part of them between home and the river, part they never found.

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