bid her be still for the night i cannot pray but i have been serving in the s boats and when men did not obey my orders i� a flourish of the wire rope the sentence and the priest breaking free from his fled to the village fat pig said after all that we have done for him when the flood is down i will see to it that we get a new it for night now and since yesterday nothing has been eaten be wise no man can endure watching and great thinking on an empty belly lie down the river will do what the river will do the bridge � the bridge is mine i cannot leave it thou hold it up with thy hands then said laughing i was troubled for my boats and the flood came now we are in the hands r of the the will not eat and lie down take these then they are meat and good together and they kill all weariness besides the fever that follows the rain i have eaten nothing else to day at all he took a small tin tobacco box from his and thrust it into s hand saying do not be afraid it is no more than i shook two or three of the dark brown into his hand and hardly knowing what he did swallowed them the stuff was at least a good guard against the fever that was creeping upon him out of the wet and he had seen what could do in the mists of autumn on the strength of a dose from the tin box nodded with bright eyes in a in a little the will find that he thinks well again i too he into his treasure box the rain coat over his head and down to watch the boats it was too dark now to see beyond the first pier and the night seemed to have given the river new strength stood with his chin on his chest thinking there was one point about one of the the that he had not fully settled in his mind the figures would not shape themselves to the eye except one by one and at enormous intervals of time the bridge there was a sound rich and mellow in his ears like the deepest note of a double an sound upon which he pondered for several hours as it seemed then was at his elbow shouting that a wire had snapped and the stone boats were loose saw the fleet open and swing out to a long drawn shriek of wire straining across a tree hit them they will all go cried the main has parted what does the do an immensely complex plan had suddenly flashed into s mind he saw the ropes running from boat to boat in straight lines and each rope a line of white but there was one rope which was the master rope he could see that rope if he could pull it once it was absolutely and certain that the disordered fleet would itself in the behind the guard tower but why he wondered was clinging so desperately to his waist as he hastened down the bank it was necessary to put the aside gently and slowly because it was necessary to save the boats and further to the extreme ease of the problem that looked so difficult and but it was of no conceivable a through his hand burning it the high bank disappeared and with it all the slowly of the problem he was sitting in the rainy sitting in a boat that spun like a top and was standing over him i had forgotten said the slowly that to those and unused the is worse than any wine those who die in go to the gods still i the bridge have no desire to present myself before such great ones can the swim what need fly as swiftly as the wind was the thick answer he is mad muttered imder his breath and he threw me aside like a bundle of cakes well he will not know his death the boat cannot live an hour here even if she strike nothing it is not good to look at death with a clear eye he refreshed himself again from the tin box down in the bows of the and craft staring through the mist at the nothing that was there a warm crept over the chief whose duty was with his bridge the heavy struck him with a thousand little and the weight of all time since time was made hung heavy on his eyelids he thought and perceived that he was perfectly secure for the water was so solid that a man could surely step out upon it and standing still with his legs apart to keep his this was the most important would be borne with great and easy speed to the shore but yet a better plan came to him it needed only an exertion of will for the soul to the body ashore as wind drives paper to it fashion to the thereafter � the boat suppose the high wind got under the freed body would it tower up like a and pitch headlong on the far away sands or would it duck about beyond control through all eternity the to anchor himself for it seemed that he was on the edge of taking the flight be the bridge fore he had settled all his plans has more effect on the white man than the black was only comfortably indifferent to accidents she cannot live he her open already if she were even a with � u s we could have ridden it out but a box with holes is no good she fills i am going away come thou also in his mind had already escaped from the boat and was high in air to find a rest for 