From the far north they heard a low wail of the wind, and Uncle Herry and Dorothy could see where the long grass bowed in waves before the coming storm. There now cam a sharp whistling in the air from the south. and as they turned their eyes that way tey saw ripples in the grass coming from that direction also.
Suddenly Uncle Henry stood up.
"There's is a cyclone coming, EM," he called to his wife. "I'll go look after the stock." Then he ran toward the sheds where the cows and horses were kept.
Aunt Em dropped here work and came to the dooor. One glance told her of the danage close at hand.
"Quick, Dorothy!" she screamed. "run for the cellar!"
