Day after day and night after night the wind blew and the water splashed against the windows and poured from the overflowing gutters.

Patrick Henry, the pig, found his quarters in the new pen, in the hollow behind the barn, the center of the flood zone, and being discovered one morning marooned on a swampy islet in the middle of a muddy lake, was transferred to the old sty, that built by the late Mr.Laban Eldredge, beneath the woodshed and adjoining the potato cellar.

Thankful's orderly, neat soul rebelled against having a pig under the house, but, as she expressed it, "'twas either that or havin' the critter two foot under water." Captain Obed, like every citizen of East Wellmouth, was disgusted with the weather.

"I was cal'latin' to put in my spare time down to the shanty buildin' a new dory," he said, "but I guess now I'll build an ark instead.

If this downpour keeps on I'll need one bad as Noah ever did." Heman Daniels, Miss Timpson and Caleb Hammond were now the only boarders and roomers Mrs.Barnes had left to provide for.