The violence of the fire was greatly checked by covering the boards
of the loft with this snow. More help had now arrived. Young B---- and
S---- had brought the ladder down with them from the barn, and were
already cutting away the burning roof, and flinging the flaming brands
into the deep snow.
“Mrs. Moodie, have you any pickled meat?”
“We have just killed one of our cows, and salted it for winter stores.”
“Well, then, fling the beef into the snow, and let us have the brine.”
This was an admirable plan. Wherever the brine wetted the shingles, the
fire turned from it, and concentrated into one spot.
But I had not time to watch the brave workers on the roof. I was
fast yielding to the effects of over-excitement and fatigue, when my
brother's team dashed down the clearing, bringing my excellent old
friend, Miss B----, and the servant-girl.
My brother sprang out, carried me back into the house, and wrapped me
up in one of the large blankets, scattered about. In a few minutes I was
seated with the dear children in the sleigh, and on the way to a place
of warmth and safety. Katie alone suffered from the intense cold. The
dear little creature's feet were severely frozen, but were fortunately
restored by her uncle discovering the fact before she approached the
fire, and rubbing them well with snow. In the mean while, the friends we
had left so actively employed at the house succeeded in getting the fire
under before it had destroyed the walls. The only accident that occurred
was to a poor dog, that Moodie had called Snarleyowe. He was struck by a
burning brand thrown from the house, and crept under the barn and died.
Beyond the damage done to the building, the loss of our potatoes, and
two sacks of flour, we had escaped in a manner almost miraculous. This
fact shows how much can be done by persons working in union, without
bustle and confusion, or running in each other's way. Here were six men,
who, without the aid of water, succeeded in saving a building, which,
at first sight, almost all of them had deemed past hope. In after years,
when entirely burnt out in a disastrous fire that consumed almost all we
were worth in the world, some four hundred persons were present, with a
fire-engine to second their endeavours, yet all was lost. Every person
seemed in the way; and though the fire was discovered immediately after
it took place, nothing was done beyond saving some of the furniture.
Our party was too large to be billetted upon one family. Mrs. T---, took
compassion upon Moodie, myself, and the baby, while their uncle received
the three children to his hospitable home.
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