American National Red Cross; Red Cross and Red Crescent
The family of Mr. John Tittle, one of the oldest, most respected and
beloved in the town, floated clinging to the top of their house, without
knowing that they were moving, but thought others were moving as they
passed them; until at length, fearing that Mrs. Tittle's strength and
courage would fail, her husband joined hands with her firmly over the
ridge-pole, and thus they hung on opposite sides of the roof through the
long night. The courage and strength did often fail, and her pleading
went out to her husband: "Oh, let us let go and end it, John! We cannot
escape! I cannot endure it longer!" to be answered by his words of hope
and cheer and a tightened grasp on the aching wrists. At length, near
morning, having reached the vicinity of Kernville, the house struck the
bridge and remained stationary. One by one the inmates slid onto the
bridge and gained the land on the Kernville side.
They had left within the house, unable to be gotten out, the old,
decrepit black mammy of a lifetime, the great silky-haired setter,
"Rob," and the poll-parrot hanging in her cage. All had been
transferred, as the water rose, to the topmost peak of the attic, where
they were left to their fate. The great bread-wagons of Pittsburg, with
their sturdy policemen, were already there; the dead and the living were
being picked up together as they floated down. Some consciousness began
to return to the dazed survivors, and at length it was thought safe to
attempt an entrance to the Tittle mansion, still floating at the bridge.
On gaining the attic, this picture as described at the time, presented
itself: the water had never quite reached it; Poor, old mammy sat in the
highest corner, with hands clasped, her chin resting on her knees, and
her lips muttering her woes and her prayers; long-eared, silky-haired
"Rob," no longer a "setter" at least, bounding and roaring a welcome
that required physical strength to resist; and "poll," her cage
topsy-turvy, striding about the floor, with an air of offended dignity,
hungry and cross, said "she had had a devil of a time."
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