d the guests to the most
hair-standing stories about cyclones, until they were so nervous they
couldn't sleep at night.

One night the guests had retired, and the zephyr was pretty loud. Will
and Charley got into the room adjoining that occupied by the guests, and
began to talk about funnel-shaped clouds, trees torn up by the roots,
horses flying through the air, and wagons being taken up bodily and
carried away--talking so the guests could hear them. Then they prayed
for strength to pull them through the fearful ordeal; and, pretending
that a cyclone was upon them, they started down stairs head over
appetite, to get into the refrigerator, in the cellar, for safety,
yelling to the guests to fly for their lives.

Uncle Armstrong is getting pretty well along in years, but he got down
to the cellar about ten stairs ahead of young Farmer, and asked to be
allowed to get into the refrigerator first. It seemed a little cruel
to the boys to let the guests get in there with nothing on but their
undershirts, but they were going to have some fun, so they put them in
among the cakes of ice, and Uncle Armstrong sat down on the zinc floor
and allowed that if his life was spared till morning, he would never set
foot in Kansas again.

Young Farmer sat on a firkin of butter, and leaned against the zinc
lined side of the refrigerator, and tried to pray, but he had forgotten
the combination; and couldn't make a first payment.

Will and Charley went up stairs ostensibly to lock the safe, but really
to go on with the programme. The first thing they did was to fire off
a shotgun, and roll a keg of shingle-nails down the cellar stairs, and
yell to the guests in the refrigerator to look out for God's sake, as
the house was struck by lightning.

Young Farmer got down off the firkin, and got on his knees, and tried to
repeat some Sunday school lesson, but all he could think of was, "Evil
communications corrupt two in the bush." The old gentleman, who was
struck in the small of the back by a piece of ice that fell off some
butter, thought he was struck by lightning; so he began to sing, "A
charge to keep I have."

The boys up stairs got a bag of buckshot, and opened it, and every
little while would throw a handful onto the outside cellar door, right
above the heads of the freezing occupants of the refrigerator, at the
same time pounding a piece of sheet iron to make thunder. They kept this
up for an hour, and then got a barrel and filled i