"
The boys thanked Mrs. Parkney, and Bob drove off. When he came to the
pasture, he got out and took down three bars and then drove in across
the grass, down to the brook.
"Why, it's almost like a river!" cried Perry Phelps in surprise. "Look
how fast it goes!"
"Ice melting up above," said Mr. Parkney, getting out his tools while
Bob tied the horse to a tree. "See the chunks of ice floating past?"
As the boys watched they saw pieces of dirty-looking ice go swirling
past in the rushing water.
"Is it a freshet?" asked Sunny Boy, remembering what his daddy had told
him about freshets.
"Not exactly," answered Mr. Parkney. "The water's pretty high, but I
don't believe this little stream can do much in the way of a freshet.
Folks around here say it carries on right powerful-like some springs,
but it doesn't look dangerous to me."
The pasture land was soft and oozy, but as every boy wore either rubber
boots or storm rubbers, they did not mind the mud. Perry Phelps said
if they were going to explore, he thought it would be a good plan to
follow the brook and see where it went.
"Go as far as you like," said Mr. Parkney. "Bob and I are going up to
the house at noon for dinner, but we'll be back around half-past one.
And we won't let you miss the half-past four car, because your mothers
will be expecting you home on that. Go as far as you like; you won't
be trespassing. The few folks that live around here are good-natured,
and the next farm is vacant, anyway.
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