Sometimes a belt of land a quarter
of a mile deep will start in and cave along and cave
along till it all caves into the river in one summer.
Such a town as that has to be always moving back,
and back, and back, because the
river's always gnawing
at it.
The nearer it got to noon that day the thicker and
thicker was the wagons and horses in the streets, and
more coming all the time.