and sprang up to run to him. But, oh, how sick and sore I felt! When I
tried to lift a heavy branch which was lying partly over me, I could
raise only one of my arms.

"But my feet were all right, and I ran as fast as I could toward home. I
saw my father in the road in front of the house, looking up and down,
with a white, frightened face. He hurried toward me.

"'Where have you been, child?' he said. 'I must go to see if anything
has happened to your mother, but I could not go till I knew you and
Harry were safe-- Why, dear, you are hurt!'

"But I ran past him, crying, 'The baby, father, he's in the
hammock--come quick!'

"When we got round to the grove I screamed at what I saw. The trees lay
about as if a scythe had mown them down. I hardly knew the place, or
where to look for Harry.

"One of the trees the hammock was tied to was lying exactly where I had
left my little brother. Another tree was blown right across it. Father
did not stop to look, but called the hired man, and they brought axes
and saws. I stooped down and listened, though I felt sure the dear
little one must be dead. But I heard a sad little sob, as if he had
cried till he was worn out. I was so glad, I got up and danced. But
father shook his head and said, 'He's alive, but how do we know how he
may be hurt.' They chopped away at the branches, while I held my breath,
oh, how long, _long_ it seemed to wait! I crouched down and crept as
near the baby as I could. I called to him, and he gave a pitiful little
cry; he expected me to take him at once, and I was glad he got angry
because he had to wait. He tried to free himself from the hammock, and I
began to hope he might not be much hurt.

"At last a great branch was taken away, and I got closer to him. I
called father, and we looked under, and I heard him say, 'Thank God!'

"There the darling was, in a kind of little bower made by two big
branches which came down on each side of him. They had saved him when
the other tree fell. His forehead was scratched deeply, but nothing else
ailed him. Father reached in and cut away the hammock with his knife,
and drew him out with hands that shook as if he had an ague fit. The
little fellow held out his arms to me; but as I tried to take him my
strength all seemed to go away. I grew dizzy, and fell down. Bridget
took the child, and father carried me in and laid me on a bed.

"Then he and Bridget tried to get us into dry clothes. But I cried out
every time