CHAPTER XXIV
RISING WATERS
Others came running out of the tents--Mr. Robertson, Mr. Levinberg, MissShay--several other actors and actresses, and also the moving pictureoperators.
"Look--look!" cried Birdie, pointing to Blake. "Is it Blake, or am Idreaming?"
No one answered her for a moment. They were all too surprised. Then,looking back up the hill, the company of players saw Joe, Mr. Ringoldand C. C. Piper.
"How did you get here?"
"Where did you come from?"
"Were you looking for us?"
These were some of the questions rapidly fired back and forth.
"Say!" cried Blake, at length. "Have you anything to eat? We're moststarved--nothing but some pilot biscuits that we found in a tin."
"There!" cried Birdie Lee. "I knew we left those biscuits behind. Wemust have dropped them when we moved our camp. And I did so want themwith the canned clam chowder."
"Clam chowder!" cried Joe. "Say, where is it? I'll eat the can itself!"
"But where did you come from? How did you get here?" asked Mr.Levinberg.
"Let's feed them first, and have explanations afterward," suggestedBirdie Lee, as she clasped a hand each, of Blake and Joe. "Oh, we are soglad to see you!" she cried, impulsively.
"Just a word of explanation!" begged Mr. Ringold. "I can't understandthis. How did you folks get here? We've been looking for you all alongthe river."
"We hoped somebody would come for us," said Miss Shay. "Have you a boatso you can take us to shore?"
"A boat? No!" cried Blake. "Our motor boat was hit by a raft and sunk,and then the raft hit this island and went to pieces. We're stranded.Haven't you folks a boat?"
"Not a boat," said Mr. Robertson, with a shake of his head. "We'remarooned on the island."
"Come on! I'm sure they must be starved!" laughed Birdie Lee. "Feed themfirst, and talk afterward. At least we have plenty of food."
And, when the moving picture boys and their companions had made a hastymeal, explanations were made.
"We were caught in the flood, when we went to that first island," saidMr. Levinberg, "and carried down the river in our boat."
"And we thought surely we would be drowned," put in Miss Shay.
"But we weren't," resumed the chief actor. "Fortunately our boat was alarge one, and we had plenty of food and supplies. We went out equippedfor a long stay, you know, with tents that were to be used in some ofthe island scenes, and many other things. We had time to put most ofthese aboard the boat, before the flood came.
"Then we tried to get back to Hannibal, but the current was too much forus. So we decided to come on down, and trust to luck. But luck wasagainst us, for our rudder broke, and we could not ship a new one. So wewere carried on down, utterly unable to guide our boat.
"We tried to signal for help, but we were carried too far out to allowour signals or cries to be heard by persons in the towns we passed.Anyhow, I guess they had their own troubles. We met no other steamers,and all we could do was to come on with the flood.
"Finally we swashed into a house, and, house, boat and all, we landed onthis island, and we've been here ever since," concluded the actor."We've been hoping against hope that someone would come to our relief,for, though we still have considerable food, it will not last forever."
"But where is the boat in which you came here?" asked Mr. Ringold."Can't you repair the rudder and use it?"
"We haven't the boat now," said Birdie. "The high water carried it awayone night, and the house too, though we saved some stuff from it."
"That's right," said Mr. Levinberg, "our boat slipped her cable, andwent on down stream. Luckily we had all our supplies out of her.
"We landed at the end of the island where you struck," the actor wenton. "We made a camp there, and then moved up here."
"And that's how we left behind the tin of pilot biscuit for clamchowder," said Birdie.
More and detailed explanations of the experiences of the two partieswere exchanged, and then preparations were made for housing the fournewcomers for the night. There was another tent that could be putup--one of several taken along to be used in the picture films--and withtheir own bedding our friends were made fairly comfortable.
"Say, but it seems good to eat once more!" remarked Joe, at supper thatnight. "Nothing but crackers and water--whew!"
"And 'possum!" added Blake, and he told of shooting that animal.
A fairly complete camping outfit had been brought along and saved by thepicture players, and this did good service now. Of course the food wasall of the canned variety, but even that was welcome in the emergency.
The day after the two parties were united proved bright and sunny, andJoe and Blake took a number of pictures of the players and the flood.
"But the river is still rising," reported Mr. Ringold, with a worriedlook, as he came back from a trip to the shore of the island. "If itcovers this place----"
"Where will we be?" asked Mr. Piper.
No one answered him.
And that the water might rise even high enough to completely cover theisland seemed very possible, for, in spite of the brightness of themorning, it rained hard in the afternoon.
Inch by inch the waters rose. Faster and madder they swirled past theisland on either side. Gradually the area of land grew smaller andsmaller.
"We shall have to move the tents," said Mr. Ringold, on the second day."We must go to the highest point possible."
It was hard work shifting camp in the rain, but it had to be done.Finally the white canvas houses were set up on the top of the knollwhence Blake had looked down to see their friends whom they sought.
And still the rain came down, and still the waters rose.
"Another day, at this rate, and it will be all over--except theswimming," said C. C., grimly.
"Can't we make a raft?" asked Blake. "We have an axe, and there aretrees to be cut down."
"Good!" cried Mr. Ringold. "We should have thought of that before. We'llbuild a raft! On that we may float to safety."
CHAPTER XXV
THE GOVERNMENT BOAT
But building a raft was not an easy matter. True, the trees could be cutdown, but our friends were not skillful woodsmen, and there was nothingwith which to bind the logs together. There were some tent ropes, butthey were needed to keep up the canvas shelters as long as possible.
"We'll do the best we can, though," decided Mr. Ringold, as he and themen and boys labored at the raft.
They hastened with the work, for the water crept higher and higher. Byusing tough withes, and wild grapevines, they managed to bind the logsfairly well, but, at best, the raft was a very frail affair.
"I'll never trust myself on that!" declared Miss Shay, shuddering.
"I don't much fancy it myself," admitted Mr. Piper.
"But it will be better than staying here and getting--well, getting yourfeet wet," spoke Blake. He was going to say "drowned," but changed hismind.
Higher and higher came the water. There was now only a space of not morethan a hundred feet square, to which the refugees had retreated as anarea of safety. The raft floated in the water, moored by a long rope oftwisted grapevine, and ready for our friends to embark on it.
Packages of food were made ready to be taken along, and also a keg offresh water. The water supply troubled them, as the spring was nowcovered by the flood, and all they had was some which they had storedfor just that emergency.
"We'll take along the tents," said Mr. Ringold. "They'll come in useful,as shelter on the raft."
"And we'll have to take to the raft in the morning, I think," Mr. Pipersaid. "At the rate the river is rising, we won't have ground under ourfeet much longer than that."
Gloomy, uncertain and miserable was that night. The campfire, which hadhitherto been kept up, not without a great deal of work, went out in therain, and, save for a few lante
rns, there was no light. Naturally therewas no heat, and cold victuals were the portion of the refugees.
Still no one complained, even C. C. maintaining a brave front in theface of danger and privation. Everything possible was made ready forembarking on the raft in the morning. After that----
No one knew what would happen.
"I suppose we'll have to abandon everything," said Birdie Lee, talkingto Joe and Blake, after "supper," if so the meal could be designated.
"Well, I'm going to stick to the films and the camera to the last!"exclaimed Blake.
"That's what!" cried Joe. "We may get to some place where we'll be ableto get a few more pictures."
The night passed slowly and miserably. At the first streak of dawn Blakewas astir, ready to help take down the tents and load the raft.
But, as he looked toward the place where it had been tied, he saw onlythe twisted end of the grapevine cable.
"The raft is gone!" he cried. "It's been carried away in the flood!"
"What's that?" called Joe, hardly believing.
"The raft is gone! And our last chance is gone with it!"
Hurriedly they all came out of the tents. It was but too true. Therising waters had pulled and tugged at the raft, until they had carriedit down stream.
There was no time to make another. Already the space on which therefugees had taken shelter was growing smaller. Inch by inch the watersrose. The pegs of one of the tents, in which supplies were kept, werenow being lapped by the muddy waves.
"Oh, for a boat!" cried Blake.
"We've got to do something!" yelled Joe. "We can't stay here muchlonger."
That was evident to all. Yet what could be done?
"Cut down some trees!" cried Mr. Ringold. "We can use them for lifepreservers, and perhaps float to safety. Cut down trees!"
"This means good-bye to our films!" sighed Blake.
"If not good-bye to ourselves," echoed his chum.
There was little time left. With the one axe, and the camp hatchet, themen began chopping away at the trees on the summit of the hill, wherethe refugees had made their last stand against the rising waters. Theycould remain there but an hour longer, at most.
Blake and Joe carried their camera and waterproof packages of exposedfilm, to the dryest place they could find, in one of the tents.
"We can't take any food with us, when we float down on the logs," saidMr. Piper, sadly.
No one had the heart to answer him.
They were now gathered together in a space about fifty feet across, onthe very summit of the hill. Several trees grew there, and, by climbinginto them, it might be possible to remain above the rising water alittle longer. But would even this respite save them? It did not seempossible.
The tree trunks had been felled, and were in readiness. They would makebut poor life preservers at best, but better than nothing.
Inch by inch the water rose. Birdie Lee, Miss Shay and some of the otheractresses were in a group, looking at each other with tear-stainedfaces. It seemed the end of everything.
Suddenly, through the moisture-laden air, came a shrill whistle.
"What's that?" cried Blake.
"Sounded like a steamboat!" answered Joe.
"It _is_ a steamboat!" called Birdie Lee, as she looked down the floodedriver. "See! There she comes! Oh, we are saved!"
"Thank the dear Lord," echoed Miss Shay.
Pushing her way up against the powerful current, was a big boat--asteamer--from the funnels of which belched black smoke.
"Wave something!"
"Call to them!"
"Make them hear us!"
"Show a signal!"
Thus cried the refugees, as they saw help approaching. In anotherinstant the boys and men raised their voices in a united shout, andcoats and caps were frantically waved to attract the attention of thepilot of the vessel.
"He sees us! He's coming!" cried Blake, joyfully.
"And just about in time, too," added Joe, for the water was creepinghigher and higher.
With loud blasts of the whistle the pilot indicated that he had seen thesignals of distress, and was coming to the rescue. In quick time a smallboat was lowered, and a few minutes later the refugees were safe onboard the steamer, which proved to be a government boat, sent out to aidin the rescue work.
"And we've saved our films and cameras, too!" cried Joe, for the movingpicture apparatus, as well as some of the personal effects of thestranded ones, had been brought away from the summit of the island,which alone was out of water, now.
"Yes, and if we get a chance we'll use up the rest of the undevelopedfilm, and get more flood pictures," added Blake.
"We'll leave you at the first large town," said the captain. "I guessthe flood is at its height now. It won't get much higher, and thereisn't much use in me going farther up the river until I take care of thepassengers I've already picked up."
Accordingly he turned back, and that afternoon our friends and severalothers were taken ashore. The place where they were landed was within afew miles of a good-sized town, and they found quarters there, beingwell looked after by the hospitable inhabitants.
"Well, we're safe, anyhow," murmured Blake.
"Yes, and no more Mississippi life for me--especially in a flood," addedJoe. "I've had all I want."
But the boys were not quite done with the flood. There were two or threemore days of high water, and in that time they managed to get somewonderful pictures, going out in a hired boat. Then, having no moreundeveloped film, they packed up their cameras, and waited for thewaters to subside.
The rains ceased, the sun came out, and the Mississippi River began toassume its normal level. Gradually the distressing scenes of the flooddisappeared.
"Well, we certainly got some great pictures," said Blake, when the lastof the reels had been packed up for shipment to New York.
"That's so!" agreed his chum, "and we've got a great story to tell."
"It's been about the most exciting time we ever had, since we got intothis business," went on Blake.
"Not even excepting earthquake land," laughed Joe. "I wonder if we'llever duplicate this?"
And whether they did or not may be learned by reading the next book inthis series, to be called: "The Moving Picture Boys at Panama; Or,Stirring Adventures Along the Great Canal."
And now, I believe, I have told you all there is to tell concerning theadventures of Blake and Joe in the big Mississippi River flood. With thegoing down of the waters all danger was passed, though the peril hadbeen great, and the toll of lives and property heavy. But, aside fromthe loss of some personal belongings, and the films which the theatricalcompany had taken, matters were not so bad. And the loss of the dramaticfilms was more than balanced by the ones taken by Joe and Blake of thebig inundation.
By a lucky chance a clew was obtained to the stolen films of the relieftrain, and others, taken at that time. As had been suspected, Munson,or, rather, the Pullman car porter, whom he had bribed to do so, hadstolen the films. But when an attempt was made to exhibit them ourfriends heard about it and secured the valuable celluloid strips. Thiswas as far as Munson's plot went.
"Well, what are you going to do now?" asked Birdie Lee, of Blake andJoe, when they were once more on their way home, away from the floodeddistrict, that was rapidly drying up.
"I know what I'm going to do," said Blake.
"What?" asked Joe.
"I'm going back to that farm, and finish out my vacation," answered hischum.
"And I think I'll send the rest of the theatrical company along withyou," said Mr. Ringold. "They are certainly entitled to a rest afterwhat they've suffered."
And so, for a time, we will take leave of our moving picture boys andtheir associates, and say good-bye.
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