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 "Yuh certainly scared the daylights outa me," said Timson, looking fascinatedly at the insect.

"Sure is one on us. Wait'll the boys hear this one."

"Let's get goin'. We're losin' time," said Timson, himself again.

"Wait a minute. Hear somethin'?"

Timson listened. "That surely sounds like water. That must be Chapman's Creek."

"Kinda loud for a little creek. Let's go see what it is."

"Short ten minutes a'ready. But we can take a quick look."

We followed the tracks down a hundred feet or so and suddenly the tracks disappeared into an expanse of water. The trestle over Chapman's Creek was gone. What was once a small stream was now a raging, roaring river, flooded by the heavy spring rains.

For a long time we stared down at it unbelievingly, then turned and looked at each other's pale faces. Silently, we walked back to the panting engine.

 

(From the French of Charles P. Baudelaire)

Translated by

TIMEUS GAYLORD

