Vol. II 8/19 Up by the rushing stream he looked, then right below. 'It is God's providence.' He crouched down where he had been standing and covered his face with his hands. He tried to deafen as well as to blind himself, that he might neither hear nor see anything of the coming event of which he, an inhabitant of Monkshaven at that day, well understood the betokening signs. He came along now nearing the rocks. By this time he was sufficiently buoyant to whistle to himself. |