CHAPTER THREEThe burgess of Hebertown wasn’t having any luck with his call to the weather bureau. Because he was the burgess, he had got his own line to the central office back in service; but the central office was having a hell of a time getting through to any point outside.
If he had got through, he wouldn’t have had much luck either, because there were plenty of lines down, but practically all the ones that were left were trying to get onto the same three instruments in the bureau’s outer office.
The chief of bureau was talking into one of them, kept open with a direct line to the nearest Civil Defense filter center: “Charley? Here’s the latest. No chance of the rain stopping for at least several hours, that’s the big thing. Some places it’s hitting an inch an hour. There’s all that
