Then the great drops fell, and soon they were beating the earth like volleys of pistol bullets.

Fragments of boughs, stripped off by the wind, swept by.

Never had the boys in their Eastern home known such thunder and lightning.

The roar of one was always in their ears, and the flash of the other always in their eyes.
The frightened cattle were gathered into a group, pressing close together for company and protection.

The boys hurried them toward the stockade, but one cow, driven by terror, broke from the rest and ran toward the woods.