warning, and many perished, while whole
flocks of sheep, and hundreds of cows, horses and oxen were drowned.
The writer visited the valley several years afterward, and could see
articles of clothing and even furniture still lodged in the branches
of trees, they had been caught and lodged by the receding waters,
twenty feet from the ground.

During this visit a most interesting story was told of a poor little
kitten who lost home and friends, and was carried by the surging flood
far away to find a new home and a genuine lover. It is a true romance
of the flood, and it has never been told in print so far. For all
gentle lovers of animals, this beautiful romance of Woggy and Waif is
given to the world.

In this beautiful valley there lived a lovely family, consisting of
father, mother and two children. Edwin was a tall and manly lad of
sixteen, and Florence was one year younger. They were children of
refined and cultivated parents, and the members of this little home
circle displayed such charming affection and thoughtfulness in their
intercourse with each other, that it was beautiful to behold. Edwin
was passionately fond of out-of-door sports, and Florence had deep
love for all that was beautiful and interesting in nature. She loved
animals, birds and flowers, and it was her delight to ramble with her
brother through the woods, gathering the modest wild flowers, or the
delicate maiden hair ferns. She took great delight in pets of all
kinds, and had numerous rabbits, birds and squirrels that her brother
had trapped; she made them all love her; even the tiniest bird or
animal can appreciate tenderness and kindness; and Florence's pure
little heart was overflowing with love and kindness toward all God's
dumb creatures.

The constant companion of the brother and sister in their rambles was
a very frolicsome and handsome dog, which was so remarkable for
sagacity and intelligence, that he was known through all the
countryside; he was devoted to his young mistress, and, though he was
not a very large animal; he had enough of the Shepherd's breed in him
to make him very fierce and courageous in her defense whenever she
seemed to need it.

At the time of the great freshet, a homeless family, whose house had
been swept away by the flood, had been harbored at Florence's home.
Her time and mind was fully occupied by her additional home duties,
which to her gentle nature, were labors of love, even if the
overflowed valley had p