Several times the ends rose (and our hair too) and fell back into place again with a clap.

Then it went clean away in one piece, with a rip like splitting a ribbon, and there we stood, affrighted and shelterless, inside the walls.

Then the wind went down and it rained--rained on us all night.
Next morning Joe had been to the new fence for the axe for Dad, and was off again as fast as he could run, when he remembered something and called out, "Dad, old B-B-Bob's just over there, lyin' down in the gully." Dad started up.

"It's 'im all right--I w-w-would n'ter noticed, only Prince s-s-smelt him." "Quick and show me where!" Dad said.
Joe showed him.
"My God!" and Dad stood and stared.

Old Bob it was--dead.