A History of Lipscomb County Page: 40
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the flashes of lightning that the water had risen so
high that the children were clinging to the top of
the bedposts to keep their heads above the water.
The ice had been carried down and there was now
no necessity for me to hold the door against it. I got
to the part of the house where the windows are set,
and a vivid flash of lightning revealed to me the
form of Mrs. Curry and her little babe going out of
the window, through which was pouring a strong
current of water. I made a clutch for her and succeeded
in grasping her, and dragged her back and
took her and shoved her on the top of the box that
we used for a cupboard. There was just room up to
the roof to hold her and her babe, to which she
clung. I then made my way in the darkness and the
flood to my family, and then came to the assistance
of my wife, who was caring for the three youngest
children. My wife was fast succumbing to the terror
and cold, and I knew that by some means I
must get my family on the top of the house.
"With Dannie and Annie, the one five and the
other three years old, in my arms, I got upon the
bed, and pressing the children against the roof with
my breast, with my hands I tried to force my way
through the roof. While doing this Annie slipped
away from me into the flood. I grasped for her but
each time I just missed her; following her up I
caught her but she had gotten clear under the bed.
Coming up out of the water I asked Dannie if he
could hold on to the top of the bedstead and he said
he could. Leaving the little fellow clinging to the
bed top, and holding the little girl in my arms, I
again attacked the roof, with all the frenzy of
despair. I succeeded finally in forcing enough
boards to one side to make a hole sufficiently large
that we could pass through.
"The cries of the women and children were now
heartrending. The water was within about eighteen
inches of the roof, which left only enough room
to keep our heads above water. The strong rush of
the waves against and into the house, seemed tearing
it from its foundation. The darkness was
intense, but the flashes of lightning revealed to me
the appalling situation, and I knew the dirt walls
must soon give away. I saw where Kennett, my eldest,
a fourteen year old boy, clung to the top of the
bed and waded to him and carried him to the hole
in the roof and pushed him through. I then gave
him the child in my arms. All this time I had been
calling to each of the children by name, and from
their answers I knew where they were. I called
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Lipscomb County Historical Survey Committee. A History of Lipscomb County, book, Date Unknown; Lipscomb, Texas. (texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth46830/m1/44/: accessed October 18, 2018), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; .