The rural telephone wires were busy all that day and evening, with the calls of the excited farmers.
"Were you struck?"
"Yes, wiped out."
"Insured?"
"Not a red cent."
"Gosh, I'm sorry. There's not a spear left in my fields neither, but I got ten dollars on the acre."
"Think they'll allow you one hundred per cent. loss?"
"Sure they will."
"Hm! Betcha you'll thresh just the same."