But that night more'n one sort o' hid his face
An' sent up a plea to the Throne o' Grace
To guide them through the flood.
An' then that gorge sent up a roar
That shook the solid ground;
The sort that splits yer ears in two
When a side-wheel packet drops a flue
An' blows six b'ilers amongst her crew,
An' cooks them that ain't drowned.
She was breakin' loose like an avalanche,