Once I thought I perceived at a great distance a fixed light, which was neither a star nor the lightning, and which I lost sight of occasionally.

We had now arrived at the cascade, which, from the noise, seemed much swollen by the rain--our great stones were quite hidden by a boiling foam.

I would have attempted to cross, if I had been alone; but, with Jack on my shoulders, I was afraid of the risk.

I therefore prepared to follow the course of the river to Family Bridge.
The wet ground continually brought us on our knees, and with great difficulty we reached the bridge.

But judge of our consternation! the river had risen so much that the planks were covered, and, as we conceived, the whole was destroyed.