"Keep those lights off," he shouted, "don't you see they are blinding me ?" Reason came for an instant and told him there was no town and no lights.
He knew he must call for help, but several minutes elapsed before he could remember the proper Italian word.

Then he cried: "Soccorso, soccorso!" But only the echo responded from the lonely shore.
He again reached the bank, formed by a dyke which protects the lowlands from the floods.

He climbed to the top, carrying the little tender in his arms.

Then he could hear the tack, tack, tack, of some one pounding, and through an open door he saw a shoemaker hammering away at the sole of a boot on his knee.

Attempting to enter, he staggered against a tree.
The shoemaker appeared in another direction and the sound of the hammer was continually with him.