||get her to awaken. Finally she said, "What' s the matter?" She looked out and all the dooryard was just as bright as day. "Oh! " she said. "There' s a fire! Get up Barney and run and tell the people. Shout: FIRE! " I said, "Mother I can't go. All I have on is a little night gown. (We didn' t have pajamas in those days. They made the boys and gi rl s both wear night gowns. ) She said, "It won' t matter. They won' t care. " My father was out of town at the time, and we could use the help of anyone. Before long the people came running with their walk, an irrigation ditch that carried enough water so that you could go out and wade in it. But they couldn' t get close enough to the fire to do anything with their buckets of water. The fire was too hot, Some of the men had gone in the main house and saved what furniture they everything that they could carry out. They carried it way down to the west part of the lot. Well, that fire burned for several days. Finally one of my friends asked, "Where' s him. I' 11 look around here and we' 11 ask people." So I asked a number of people if they had seen my dog, and nobody had. Well now the fire had died down until it So the boys came and said, "Let' s look around and see if we can find your dog." Above the doorway where we entered to go into the main house to sleep and to eat there was a great timber, several timbers, that supported the roof. As the fire ate away at these timbers, one of them caved in, and just as it did my little dog went into try once more to see if he could save somebody. It hit him on the head, knocked him down, and killed him.