If you see him, implore him to do no more.

Let him abandon the accursed flume to its fate.

It has worked already too much woe upon us all; why should it carry his brave and youthful soul down with it ?" The words were still ringing in her ears, when he suddenly passed away, with the hurrying crowd.

Scarcely knowing what she did, she ran out, vaguely intent only on one thought, seeking only the one face, lately so dear in recollection that she felt she would die if she never saw it again.

Perplexed by confused voices in the woods, she lost track of the crowd, until the voices suddenly were raised in one loud outcry, followed by the crashing of timber, the splashing of water, a silence, and then a dull, continuous roar.