it landed on us from all directions at once, and the thunder and lightning had a catch-as-catch-can wrestling match, square over our heads. It sure was a great show, and the horses got hold of a lot of new stunts they hadn't thought of before, and things got as interesting as they were on the way down;—and then, at last, when there came a little lull in the storm, we heard a train whistle!
Bob tried to pull up. "Guess we'd better all get out," he said. "The track is right above us here, and the horses are ugly enough now;—and anyway, I will have to." So he drove as slowly as he could, and got the horses quieted down some, and luckily there was no hard thunder for a few minutes, and Uncle Rob climbed over the seat and took the lines, and then Bob jumped out and got to their heads, and between the two of them, they brought us to a standstill,—or nearly so. Then Bess and I got out and stood in the gutter, because it was better than the mud, and Uncle Rob took one horse's head and Bob kept the other, and then we stood and waited for the train. We could hear it rumbling nearer and nearer, and the boys took a fresh grip on the bits and—we kept on waiting.
