They were all truly glad when I burst suddenly into the house drenched
with rain, and completely exhausted. The cows remained unmilked for that
night, a thing which Aunt Lucinda said had never happened before since
her recollection. Flash after flash of vivid lightning filled the
otherwise darkened air, succeeded by the deep heavy roll of the thunder.
It was noticed by those who witnessed this storm, that the lightning had
that peculiar bluish light which is sometimes, but not often, observed
during a violent summer tempest. The inmates of our dwelling became
terrified. The Widow Green crept to the darkest corner of the room and
remained with her face bowed upon her hands. "I am no safer," said she,
"in this corner than in any other place, but I do not like to sit near
a window while the lightning is so bright and close at hand." Even my
aunt, self-possessed as she usually was, showed visible signs of alarm,
and truly the scene would have inspired almost any one with a feeling of
terror, mixed with awe, at the sublime but awful war of the elements.
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