ively manner at three o'clock. We were sleeping
soundly at that hour, when we were awakened by the motion of the
wagon. Jack and I sat up. It was swaying from side to side, and
we could hear the wheels bumping on the stones. The back end was
considerably lower than the front.

"It's running down the bank!" I cried, and we both plunged
through the darkness for the brake-handle. We fell over Ollie and
Snoozer, and were instantly hopelessly tangled. It seemed an age,
with the wagon swaying more and more, before we found the handle.
Jack pushed it up hard, we heard the brake grind on the wheels
outside; then there was a great bump and splash, and the wagon
tilted half over and stopped. We found Ourselves lying on the
side of the cover, with cold water rising about us. We were not
long in getting out, and discovered that the Rattletrap was
capsized in the mill-race.

"Old Blacky did it!" cried Jack, as he danced around and
shook his wet clothes. "I know he did. The old sinner!"

We got out the lantern and lit it. Only the hind end of the
wagon was really in the race; one front wheel still clung to the
bank, and the other was up in the air. Ollie got in and began to
pass things out to Jack, while I went up the hill after the
horses. Jack was right. Old Blacky was evidently the author of
our misfortune. He had broken loose in some manner, and probably
begun his favorite operation of making his toilet on the corner
of the wagon by rubbing against it. The brake had carelessly been
left off, he had pushed the wagon back a few feet, and it had
gone over the bank. I soon had the harness on the horses, and got
them down the hill. We hitched them to the hind wheel with a long
rope, Jack wading in the water to his waist, and pulled the wagon
upright. Then we attached them to the end of the tongue, and
after hard work drew it out of the race. By this time we were
chilled through and through. Our beds and nearly everything we
had were soaking with water.

"How do you like it, Uncle Jack?" inquired Ollie. "Do you
feel that you are living now?"

Jack's teeth were chattering. "Y--yes," he said; "but I won't
be if we don't get a fire started pretty quick."

There were some timbers from an old bridge near by, and we
soon had a good fire, around which we tramped in a procession
till our clothes were fairly dry. The wind was chilly, and it was
a dark, cloudy morning. The unfortunate Snoozer had gone down
w