We just plodded around, stumbling off little hills that were under water and we didn't seem to get anywhere.

After a while we came out on higher land where there wasn't much water except puddles.
"Some cruise, hey ?" I said.
"Shh, listen!" Bert said.

"You can hear it plainer now.

Look over there." Now as near as I can tell you we must have been standing near the north side of the old creek bottom and we must have been pretty close to the old silo, or whatever you call it, but we didn't know that then.
Believe _me_, we didn't know anything, except that we were wet.

We were standing on a little sort of a hill and the water was washing up almost to our feet.