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Page 67 which way to go and what to do. We started for home. We crossed a woven wire fence in the ravine and the wind took over. It knocked us down and we were tumbled and rolled in the water and mud like so many corn cobs. Willis managed to stay with me but Geo. got lost from us in the heavy rain. Willis and I went on alone. A family by the name of Flansburg lived about a quarter of a mile a little south and east of us so we headed for their place. We crawled, rolled and slid and finally made it. The Flansburg family were in the cellar and we gave them quite a surprise when we opened the door and tumbled down the steps. They found room for us to sit and asked where in the world we had come from. They were advised. It was probably ten minutes after we made our unannounced arrival that the door opened again and Geo. flopped into the cellar. We were glad to see him. It seems that even in a near tragedy something or some one |