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Catherwood, Mary Hartwell, 1847-1902

"Old Kaskaskia"

We are standing to our ankles.
In a few minutes we shall be standing to our knees. Look at it. Do you
hear the roaring and the wash outside? Kaskaskia is under water, and the
people have to climb to the roofs."
The aged woman always listened incredulously to Peggy. She now craned
over the side of the bed, and examined for herself streams like
quicksilver slipping along the dark boards.
"Why did you not do something to prevent this, instead of coming in here
to break my rest?" she inquired.
Captain Saucier extended his hands to lift her, but she lay down again,
holding the whip bolt upright.
"If I go to the attic, Captain Saucier, my bed goes with me."
"There is not time to move it."
"And there is such a beautiful bed up there, quite ready, with all your
cushions."
"My bed goes with me," repeated tante-gra'mere.
"There will soon be water enough to carry it," remarked Peggy, "if it
will float."
Waves crashing across the gallery broke against tante-gra'mere's closed
shutters and spurted between the sashes.


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