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with cane stalks, hollering and whooping, we could not get a single one of them out facing that smoke and high wind. Then we decided to set fire to the horse pasture and when it had burned off we would drive them out into it, but the wind was so high we could not. We then decided we would go out into the field to save our own lives. As we were leaving the house we saw the flames to the north of us leaping high into the air so we immediately decided to go to the southeast corner of the one acre garden. We spread a quilt on the ground, put our mother and the two little children on it and spread a quilt over, then a wet quilt on top, crawled under and waited, peeping out to see what we would see which was nothing but smoke. Soon the main fire had passed and the smoke cleared some and we saw the woodpile was on fire. Then we knew what to do. We must fight fire. We carried water from the dirt storage |
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tank and put out the woodpile. By then the stalks which had blown against the net wire fence were burning furiously. All this time we were greatly concerned about my father and brother who had gone to the Palo Duro Canyon, about twenty miles away, to get wood and fence posts, and well we might have been concerned for they were coming home heavily loaded and were in the path of the fire and would certainly have perished if it had not been for a small depression of a few acres where water had drowned out the grass. They took refuge there and waited until the flames had passed, unloaded and drove in home safely. My father set at once to save his millet stack of about seven hundred bundles but had to leave it for a moment to see about the sheds, and along came a burning cowchip, plumped right into the stack and burned it up. When those cowchips caught |  |
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