The Re-Creation of Brian Kent

rch, that evening, she might have seen an object drift

The Bend, it emerged from the shadows into the open moonlit space, and then, to any one watching from the porch, the dark object, drawing nearer and nearer in the bright moonlight, would have soon shaped itself into a boa

be caught as if by mighty hands hidden beneath the rushing flood, and dragged onward still faster and faster. About it, the racing waters would leap and boil in their furious, headlong career, shaking and tossing the helpless victim of their might with a vicious strength from wh

then-and then-the unguided, helpless craft responded to the gentle pressure of some swirl or crosscurrent in the main flow of the stream, and swung a little to one side. A few feet farther, and the new impulse became stronger. Yielding easily to the current

nto which it had been drawn by the friendly current? Would it swin

he invisible hands which held it drew it gently back to safety. And so, finally, the little craft, so helpless, so alone, amid the

and valley and stream. The mad waters at Elbow Rock roared in their wild fury. Always, al