He turned towards it.

Great was his pleasure when, after another long struggle, he perceived that not only was the cottage there, but the torrent gone: either the flow from the mountain had ceased, or the course of the water had been diverted.
When he reached the Glashburn, which lay between him and the cottage, he saw that the torrent had found its way into it, probably along with others of the same brood, for it was frightfully swollen, and went shooting down to Glashruach like one long cataract.

He had to go a great way up before he could cross it.
When at length he reached home, he discovered that the overshooting stream must have turned aside very soon after they left, for the place was not much worse than then.

He swept out the water that lay on the floor, took the dryest peats he could find, succeeded with the tinder-box and sulphur-match at the first attempt, lighted a large fire, and made himself some water-brose--which is not only the most easily cooked of dishes, but is as good as any for a youth of capacity for strong food.
His hunger appeased, he sat resting in Robert's chair, gradually drying; and falling asleep, slept for an hour or so.

When he woke, he took his New Testament from the crap o' the wa', and began to read.
Of late he had made a few attempts upon one and another of the Epistles, but, not understanding what he read, had not found profit, and was on the point of turning finally from them for the present, when his eye falling on some of the words of St.