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All day long people would stop to watch the old fellow at work upon his roof. And everybody thought it was a great joke until the second day came and everybody noticed that it was raining just as hard as ever. But no one except Grandaddy Beaver had ever heard of a freshet at that time of year. So even then nobody else went to work on his house, though some people did stop smiling.
He's the one that says there's going to be a cyclone." At that Brownie Beaver stopped working and hurried off to find old Grandaddy Beaver. And to his great dismay, Grandaddy said that what Tired Tim had told him was the truth. "It's a-coming!" Grandaddy Beaver declared. "I saw one once before in these parts, years before anybody else in this village was born.
Brownie knew that at night a gun made a flash of light. He wished that old Grandaddy Beaver was there. For he did not doubt that the old gentleman could tell him exactly what had happened. After the blinding flash of light and the queer click had sent Brownie Beaver hurrying home from his partly gnawed tree, he stayed in his house for a long time before he ventured out again.
"Really, it's all one," the girl explained, "but Grandaddy keeps up the pretense of operating one of his own wants to compete with Father in management in livestock, in methods. It's the Old Pioneer versus the Progressive. Longhorn versus thoroughbred, and Daddy indulges and encourages him in the plan. 'They surveyed me in, was his frequent statement.
And after making sure that Grandaddy Beaver knew what he was talking about when he said the great wind would sweep down upon the village on the following Tuesday, Brownie spent a good deal of time wondering what he had better do. He wanted to save his house from being blown over the top of Blue Mountain. And he wanted to save himself from being carried along at the same time.
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