We drank it dry up to a place like this, only bigger, and do you know, a fellow of our company named Jim Lambert was following it up under the rocks, and we had to pull him out by the feet to keep him from being suffocated.

That was four days ago, and we had a field telegram yesterday from a place near the Ohio, saying that a full head of water had come down the river again, three feet deep from bank to bank and running as if there had been a cloudburst in the hills.

Mighty glad they were to see it, too." There was a silence, but at length a solemn youth sitting near said in very serious tones: "I've thought over that story very thoroughly, and I believe it's a lie." "Vermont," said the first Ohio lad, "don't you have faith in my friend's narrative ?" "I believe every word of it," said Warner warmly.

"Our friend here, who I see can see, despite the dim light, has a countenance which one could justly say indicates a doubtful and disputatious nature, wishes to discredit it because he has not heard of such a thing before.

Now, I ask you, gentlemen, intelligent and fair-minded as I know you are, where would we be, where would civilization be if we assumed the attitude of our friend here.