The year Israel C. was a year old he liked riding in the express wagon. Erma had to go to Grandma Lucy's for milk and asked if she could take him with her in the wagon. I bundled him up, for it was quite a cold morning. When they reached the Long Reservoir, Erma was afraid she might run off the narrow path that ran along the west bank. She hugged the hill so close that it cramped the wagon and tipped it over. Down went the baby into the reservoir and Erma went right after him, clinging to some bushes with one hand and grabbing the baby with the other. She couldn't climb out; the bank was too steep and the baby too heavy. She called and cried for help.
Grandma Lucy was on the hill following a hen that had stolen her nest away. She thought she heard someone calling so she walked in that direction. As soon as she reached the top of the hill, she realized the call was for help and hurried to the rescue. She had quite a struggle to reach them. They were chilled through and through and Erma was nearly exhausted. A good warm bath followed and they were none the worse for a February plunge and a near drowning.
- Violet H. Jones
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