But the noble stone, with its sculptured lines, by the side of which Harry sat, seemed to grow whiter, despite the veil of dusk that was drooping softly over it.

The houses in the town below began to sink out of sight and lights appeared in their place.
Night came and found the boy still at his place.

He could see only the tint of the blue river now, and the far hills were lost in the darkness.
The chill of evening was coming on, and rising, he shook himself a little.

Then he followed a path down the steep hill and along the edge of the river.

But he paused, standing by the side of a great oak that grew at the Water's margin, and looked up the Kentucky.
Harry could see from the point where he stood no sign of human life.
He heard only the murmur of deep waters as they flowed slowly and peacefully by.