He put the halter on the horse and shut the stable door。 He
came splashing back through the water; the lantern swinging。
The unconscious; drowning body was pushed past the house in
the deepest current。 Fred Brangwen came to his mother。
〃Ill go to th cart…shed;〃 he said。
〃To……om; To……o……om!〃 rang out the strong;
inhuman cry。 Fred Brangwens blood froze; his heart was very
angry。 He gripped his veins in a frenzy。 Why was she yelling
like this? He could not bear the sight of her; perched on a
chair in her white nightdress in the doorway; elvish and
horrible。
〃Hes taken the mare out of the trap; so hes all right;〃 he
said; growling; pretending to be normal。
But as he descended to the cart…shed; he sank into a foot of
water。 He heard the rushing in the distance; he knew the canal
had broken down。 The water was running deeper。
The trap was there all right; but no signs of his father。 The
young man waded down to the pond。 The water rose above his
knees; it swirled and forced him。 He drew back。
〃Is he the……e……ere?〃 came the maddening cry of the
mother。
〃No;〃 was the sharp answer。
〃To……om……To……o……om!〃 came the piercing;
free; unearthly call。 It seemed high and supernatural; almost
pure。 Fred Brangwen hated it。 It nearly drove him mad。 So
awfully it sang out; almost like a song。
The water was flowing fuller into the house。
〃Youd better go up to Beebys and bring him and Arthur down;
and tell Mrs。 Beeby to fetch Wilkinson;〃 said Fred to Tilly。 He
forced his mother to go upstairs。
〃I know your father is drowned;〃 she said; in a curious
dismay。
The flood rose through the night; till it washed the kettle
off the hob in the kitchen。 Mrs。 Brangwen sat alone at a window
upstairs。 She called no more。 The men were busy with the pigs