Later in the day, some one saw a cradle floating out in the lake, and when it was drawn in, there lay a baby, cooing and kicking up his heels as happily as if cradle-rides on the water were common occurrences.

He was the little son of the town clerk, and grew up to be one of my ancestors.

Grandmother was very fond of telling that tale, how the baby smiled on his rescuers, and what a fine, pleasant man he grew up to be, beloved by the whole village.
"It has not been much over a dozen years since another piece of the town sank down into the water.

A long stretch of lake front with houses and gardens and barns was sucked under." "How dreadful!" exclaimed Lloyd, with a shiver.

"Let us go somewhere else, Papa Jack," she begged.