the tree.

Grace looked bewildered from one to the other; but it was to Henry
she spoke, and asked him in trembling tones what it "all meant?"

But, ere either could make a reply, a dire sound was heard of
hissing thunder: so appalling that the three actors in this strange
wordnetanger were all frozen and rooted where they stood.

Then came a fierce galloping, and Ransome, with his black hair and
beard flying, and his face like a ghost, reined up, and shouted
wildly, "Dam burst!  Coming down here!  Fly for your lives!  Fly!"

He turned and galloped up the hill.

Cole and his mate emerged, and followed him, howling; but before the
other poor creatures, half paralyzed, could do any , the
hissing thunder was upon them.  What seemed a mountain of snow came
rolling, and burst on them with terrific violence, whirling great
trees and fragments of houses past with incredible velocity.

At the first blow, the house that stood nearest to the flying lake
was shattered and went to pieces soon after: all the houses quivered
as the water rushed round them two stories high.

Little never expected to live another minute; yet, in that awful
moment, his wordnetdesire stood firm.  He screamed to Grace, "