scour's

Updated: May 15, 2025

The door again swung wide, and a man drenched to the skin, the water glistening on his bushy gray beard stepped in. "I heard you were here, sir, and had to see you. There's only four feet lee-way in our culvert, sir, and the scour's eating into the underpinning; I am just up from there. We are trying bags of cement, but it doesn't do much good."

Francis Hopkinson Smith - Peter: a novel of which he is not the hero