The leader stood aside, and one by one, and never more than one at a time, they made the perilous passage.
At the bend in the middle their weight forced the tree under, and they felt for their footing, up to the ankles in the cold, driving torrent.
Even the little children made it without hesitancy, and then the dogs whining and reluctant but urged on by the man.

When the last had crossed over, he turned to Frona.
"Um horse trail," he said, pointing up the mountain side.

"Much better you take um horse trail.

More far; much better." But she shook her head and waited till he reached the farther bank; for she felt the call, not only upon her own pride, but upon the pride of her race; and it was a greater demand than her demand, just as the race was greater than she.

So she put foot upon the log, and, with the eyes of the alien people upon her, walked down into the foam-white swirl.
She came upon a man weeping by the side of the trail.