CHAPTER XIII.
FIGHTING A FOREST FIRE.
Although the day of the picnic was warm and pleasant, a strong breeze from the southward had been blowing since early morning, and during the afternoon it increased to a high wind.

As the Elmers rode home after the last of the happy picnickers had departed, they noticed a heavy cloud of smoke in the southern sky, and Mr.Elmer asked Mr.March what he thought it was.
"It looks as though some of the settlers down there were burning grass, though they ought to know better than to start fires on a day like this," answered Mr.March.
"But what do they do it for ?" asked Mr.Elmer.
"So as to burn off the old dead grass, and give their cattle a chance to get at that which immediately springs up wherever the fire has passed.

But the practice ought to be stopped by law, for more timber and fences, and sometimes houses, are destroyed every year than all the cattle in the country are worth." "Well, I hope it won't come our way tonight," said Mr.Elmer, "and first thing in the morning I will set the men to work clearing and ploughing a wide strip entirely around the place.

Then we may have some chance of successfully fighting this new enemy." Instead of dying out at sunset, as it usually did, the wind increased to a gale as darkness set in, and Mr.Elmer cast many troubled glances at the dull red glow in the southern sky before he retired that night.
Mark and Frank occupied the same room, for Mr.March had not yet found time to build a house, and it seemed to them as though they had but just fallen asleep when they were aroused by Mr.Elmer's voice calling through the house, "Wake up! Everybody dress and come downstairs as quickly as you can.
Mark! Frank! Hurry, boys!" "What is it, father ?" asked Mark, as he tumbled down-stairs and burst into the sitting-room only about half dressed, but rapidly completing the operation as he ran.

"What's the matter?
Is the house on fire ?" "No, my boy, not yet, but it's likely to be very soon if we are not quick in trying to save it.