A tree, a few feet distant, was shattered by the flash.

Her children trembled as the thunder shook the solid ground.

She delayed no longer, but determined at once to start back in the direction of the canoe, and taking each of the smaller children by the hand, with Charlie following, she pointed for the shore.
The rain descended in torrents; the thunder roared, and the lightning flashed.

Through the terrible storm Mrs.Godfrey pressed on, buoyant with a hope that all might turn out well.

As she was staggering from rock to rock with the little ones pitching and stumbling along at her sides, now and again almost blinded and bewildered by the lurid lightning, she felt as one amid the crash of worlds.
Just as she sighted the canoe, which Paul had hauled upon the shore, a sharp, rattling clap of thunder peeled above her head.