In One Of The Boards Of Our Shed Close To The Steps, And Just
Above The Ground, There Happened To
Be a large "knot" which the
pressure of the water soon forced out, and the water and hailstones
shot through
And straight across the shed as if from a fire hose,
striking the wall of the main building! The sight was most
laughable - that is, at first it was; but we soon saw that the awful
rush of water that was coming in through the broken sash and the
remarkable hose arrangement back of the kitchen was rapidly flooding
us.
So I ran to the front door, and seeing a soldier at one of he barrack
windows, I waved and waved my hand until he saw me. He understood at
once and came running over, followed by three more men, who brought
spades and other things. In a short time sods had been banked up at
every door, and then the water ceased to come in. By that time the
heaviest of the storm had passed over, and the men, who were most
willing and kind, began to shovel out the enormous quantity of
hailstones from the shed. They found by actual measurement that they
were eight inches deep - solid hail, and over the entire floor. Much of
the water had run into the kitchen and on through to the butler's
pantry, and was fast making its way to the dining room when it was cut
off. The scenes around the little house were awful. More or less water
was in each room, and there was not one unbroken pane of glass to be
found, and that was not all - -there was not one unbroken pane of glass
in the whole post. That night Faye telegraphed to St. Paul for glass
to replace nine hundred panes that had been broken.
Faye was at the quartermaster's office when the storm came up, and
while it was still hailing I happened to look across the parade that
way, and in the door I saw Faye standing. He had left the house not
long before, dressed in a suit of immaculate white linen, and it was
that suit that enabled me to recognize him through the veil of rain
and hail. Sorry as I was, I had to laugh, for the picture was so
ludicrous - Faye in those chilling white clothes, broken windows each
side of him, and the ground covered with inches of hailstones and ice
water! He ran over soon after the men got here, but as he had to come
a greater distance his pelting was in proportion. Many of the stones
were so large it was really dangerous to be hit by them.
When the storm was over the ground was white, as if covered with snow,
and the high board fences that are around the yards back of the
officers' quarters looked as though they had been used for targets and
peppered with big bullets. Mount Bridger is several miles distant, yet
we can distinctly see from here the furrows that were made down its
sides. It looks as if deep ravines had been cut straight down from
peak to base. The gardens are wholly ruined - not one thing was left in
them. The poor little gophers were forced out of their holes by the
water, to be killed by the hail, and hundreds of them are lying around
dead. I wondered and wondered why Dryas did not come to our
assistance, but he told us afterward that when the storm first came he
went to the stable to fasten the horses up snug, and was then afraid
to come away, first because of the immense hailstones, and later
because both horses were so terrified by the crashing in of their
windows, and the awful cannonade of hail on the roof. A new cook had
come to us just the day before the storm, and I fully expected that
she would start back to Bozeman that night, but she is still here, and
was most patient over the awful condition of things all over the
house. She is a Pole and a good cook, so there is a prospect of some
enjoyment in life after the house gets straightened out. There was one
thing peculiar about that storm. Bozeman is only three miles from
here, yet not one hailstone, not one drop of rain did they get there.
They saw the moving wall of gray and heard the roar, and feared that
something terrible was happening up here.
The storm has probably ruined the mushrooms that we have found so
delicious lately. At one time, just out of the post, there was a long,
log stable for cavalry horses which was removed two or three years
ago, and all around, wherever the decayed logs had been, mushrooms
have sprung up. When it rains is the time to get the freshest, and
many a time Mrs. Fiske and I have put on long storm coats and gone out
in the rain for them, each bringing in a large basket heaping full of
the most delicate buttons. The quantity is no exaggeration
whatever - and to be very exact, I would say that we invariably left
about as many as we gathered. Usually we found the buttons massed
together under the soft dirt, and when we came to an umbrella-shaped
mound with little cracks on top, we would carefully lift the dirt with
a stick and uncover big clusters of buttons of all sizes. We always
broke the large buttons off with the greatest care and settled the
spawn back in the loose dirt for a future harvest. We often found
large mushrooms above ground, and these were delicious baked with
cream sauce. They would be about the size of an ordinary saucer, but
tender and full of rich flavor - and the buttons would vary in size
from a twenty-five-cent piece to a silver dollar, each one of a
beautiful shell pink underneath.
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