Louder and louder grew the sounds of distress, now pausing, then beginning afresh.
The child, recovering her courage, hurried forward to the spot from which they came.

Behind the first low-growing clump of willows the ground was wet and swampy; and fast caught in the bog stood two children;--a little girl, who was screaming with all her might, and a boy, who was tugging at his sister's arm as hard as he could.

When he found that he could not pull her out he too began to cry aloud.

Elsli came to their aid, and lifted the little girl from her uncomfortable position.

The boy then slowly worked his way out, but his wooden shoes were a great encumbrance, and he moved with difficulty.