"I see you're all ready for the freshet!" the old gentleman remarked.
"They laughed at me; but I was right," he said.

"They laughed at me, too," Brownie Beaver told him.

"There's nobody in this village that'll laugh again tonight,"
Grandaddy said very solemnly, "for there's a-going to be a flood
before morning."




V

BROWNIE SAVES THE DAM


Brownie Beaver was always glad that he had taken Grandaddy's advice
about the freshet. And Brownie's neighbors were glad that he had, too.
For that was really the only thing that saved the village from being
carried away by the flood of water that swept down upon the pond,
after it had rained for two days and two nights.

The pond rose so quickly and the water rushed past so fast that people
had to scramble out of their houses and begin working on them, to keep
them from being washed away.

That rush of water meant only one thing. The pond was full and running
over! And just as likely as not the dam would be carried away--the dam
on which Grandaddy Beaver had worked when he was a youngster, and on