About nightfall a lady and gentleman came off in a small boat and requested him to stop for the night assuring him that the danger in the river below was very great.

It contained many mills under which he might be carried; but his mind was made up and he went steadily along on his perilous voyage.

The night was very cold and the struggling moon occasionally lit up the valley.

He struck many times heavily on the rocks and frequently entered false channels.

About three o'clock Sunday morning, he heard a loud roaring noise and supposed it to be some freight train passing over the bridge at Casale, a village below, which he considered was then near.