It was then I found tongue, even while glancing across my shoulder, through the shadows, searching for a landing-place.

As if all this were yesterday, I recall the scene.
Everything swam in the gray haze, which, settling across the water, shut off from view much of the land.

We were nearly abreast of where a smaller stream came leaping down from the right to hurl its clear current far out into the muddy river.

So rapid was this discharge, the waters about us were thrown into turmoil, tossing our boat like a cork, causing Madame to grasp the rail nervously.

Its narrow mouth was partially concealed by overhanging shrubbery, so we were well within the sweep of its invading waters before I could conjecture the force with which it came.