The brake had carelessly been
left off, he had pushed the wagon back a few feet, and it had
gone over the bank. I soon had the harness on the horses, and got
them down the hill. We hitched them to the hind wheel with a long
rope, Jack wading in the water to his waist, and pulled the wagon
upright. Then we attached them to the end of the tongue, and
after hard work drew it out of the race. By this time we were
chilled through and through. Our beds and nearly everything we
had were soaking with water.
"How do you like it, Uncle Jack?" inquired Ollie. "Do you
feel that you are living now?"
Jack's teeth were chattering. "Y--yes," he said; "but I won't
be if we don't get a fire started pretty quick."
There were some timbers from an old bridge near by, and we
soon had a good fire, around which we tramped in a procession
till our clothes were fairly dry. The wind was chilly, and it was
a dark, cloudy morning. The unfortunate Snoozer had gone down
with the rest of us, and was the picture of despair, till Ollie
rubbed him with a dry corner of a blanket, and gave him a good
place beside the fire.
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