The river had its way again, raving and roaring in an anvil chorus of its own, knocking the great bowlders together, shrieking its glee.

The Two Forks river came through the Two Forks canyon once more! Against it there stood only the fragmental ruin of the great, gray face, buttressed with concrete more coherent than granite itself, but all useless here.
The tide rose very rapidly.

The canyon was too crooked to carry off the flood.

The lower part of the town, where the street grade sank rapidly, went under water almost at once.

Horses, cows, sheep, chickens, the odds and ends of such an encampment, gathered by vagrant laborers, were swept down before opportunity could be found to save them.