Uncle Henry sat on the doorstep and looked anxiously at the sky, which was even grier than usual.

Dorothy stood in the door with todo in her arms, and looked at the sky too.

And Dem was washing the dishes.

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From the far north they heard a low whale of the wind.

Uncle Henry and Dorothy could see where the long grass bowed in waves before the coming storm.

There now came a sharp whistling in the air.

There's a cyclone coming him, he called to his wife.

I'll go look after the stock.

Then he ran towards the sheds where the cows and the horses were kept.

And Dem dropped her work and came to the door.

Quick Dorothy she screamed. Run for the seller.

Then a strange thing happened.

The house world around two or three times and rose slowly through the air.

Dorothy felt as if she were going up in a balloon.

The north and south winds met where the house stood and made it the exact center of the cyclone.

In the middle of a cyclone the air is generally still but the great pressure of the wind on every side of the house raised it higher and higher until it was at the very top of the cyclone.

And there it remained and was carried miles and miles away as easily as you could carry a feather.

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