This didn't happen in the night but it certainly had enough adrenalin pumping to qualify:

Shortly after moving onto rural property I was clearing brush one day when I heard the deep-throated voice of a man in distress: HAAAALP coming from a distance. I listened from different points until there was no doubt in my mind- it was coming from the place next to mine, down by the river about a quarter mile away: There was a man caught in the river!

As I ran through the woods to help, I was going through what I must do- get a long branch to extend to him, (there should be some loose stuff on the river bank); should I swing by the neighbor's house for help? No, that was uphill and would take that much longer; what if the man had a broken leg or worse, a broken back and was in the river? Maybe I could secure him and go for help- if someone was home in the house...

As I got close enough to the river to start looking for where he must be, I saw that the neigbor's brainless sheep were undisturbed by the commotion; they were grazing along the riverbank, completely oblivious to the emergency. Then the old ram raised his head and bawled a last mournful HAAAALP.

Ebbie