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Show I THESE SUDDEN KAIN'S These sudden severe rains remind lie: I went over to Clear Creek Canyon ast Friday, taking along with me or a purpose, that versatile' dish-vasher, dish-vasher, my dog Mike. But, I tell you in all seriousness, j tever trust to the weather. Don't. ' mado my cot down on the bank of he stream, a few safe feet (as l thought) from the edge, and lay lown with that gentle gurgle-gurgle n my ears of the flowing liquid as n the happy clays of yore before the LSth Amendment. I dreamed happily. Dreamed of vater; dreamed of traveling around .he world; the Pacific was not the I peaceful pacified little tub of the ge-1 jgraphies; and the Atlantic was e-; i'eii worse, a turbulent frothing mass 3f tumbling waters that churned and heaved, waves higher than moun-i tains. I wakened with a start to find a foaming mass of- water rush-; ing by under the cot. And there was poor Mike by my bedside, doggedly swimming for his dear life to keep up. Every once in a while a particularly nasty swirl of water, fiercer than the rest, would lash him back a few feet; with a piteous look he'd redouble his ef-foris, ef-foris, and hinge back to his place e-ven e-ven with the bed, only to have another an-other swirl cary him downstream .".gain. The dog couldn't last long like that. Poor Mike! He never worked work-ed co hprd before in his life to stand still. It was a regular dog's life for it. Just think of all he was do-:.:g do-:.:g and getting no where by it! 1 couldn't stand his beseeching looks, nor his dumb appeal of ''Save in - me Dad" any longer, and decided to help him. I reached for my shoes but fum-led fum-led one and away it went down the stream, bobbing and careening like a cork, tossed about by the angry flood just as is the frail bark of Life on the troublod seas of Fate. Gradually it listed a bit to starboard as it became more and more water logged on that side, but it still managed man-aged to ride the waves, receding into the dim distance of the miles. But knowing my geography ( and al.-o my onions) I iustanter mapped out a course to recover said caudal covering. I just hopped on one foot over to the Deseret Spill and waited there stabbing bass with a pitchfork as they leaped the apron. And do you believe it! There came over tint old shoe, five days on the way down the Sevier, bobbing over the sluice gate, listing a little more than when 1 last saw it, but coming serenely on confident of riding the rising Ewell. Says, the Deseret water master, "Mustahnd some freshet up above lotsa water." "Yep," sez I, "seen it five days ago up Clear Creek." He sadly turned to his companion and knowingly touched his ivory as he said wiih a significant wink "Gone. Daffy. Rooms to let up stairs. ' Photo takin' makes 'em like that." Should any doubt this, a.-k the chief actor Mike, he's still wet on the back yet from that swim. The delightful rain of Sunday cooled things off considerably a most welcome wel-come rain. In the extreme heateti spell no one had the ambition to lifl a finger. |
