It was pretty hard keeping near the hollow, because all the land was flooded and we had to feel each step. But if we got away from it, good night, we didn't know where we might end. Only the trouble was, it kept getting worse and worse the farther we went, and it nearly toppled us over backwards, it was flowing so strong.
Pretty soon Bert stopped and said, "Listen."
We were both standing in the water up to our waists, and I was shivering, it was so cold.
"Do you hear the sound of water rushing?" he asked me.
I listened and heard a sound far off like a water fall.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Search me," Bert answered, "but we're in bad here. Let's head for the mountains."
Now I didn't know what had happened, except that the whole country was under water. When it comes to the lay of the land I can usually tell where I'm at, but when it comes to the lay of the water, good night. And believe me, there's nothing that changes the looks of things like water.
"I think those are the mountains that make Nick's Valley," I said; "let's try to get over that way."
"There's a waterfall coming down out of a crevice between them," Bert said; "I know what's happened, the valley is flooded."