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des regardless of a main channel, and the country becomes a swamp for miles upon miles, covered by a vast sea of low willow-bushes. On the big maps this deserted area

s never attain to the dignity of trees; they have no rigid trunks; they remain humble bushes, with rounded tops and soft outline, swaying on slender stems that answer to the least pressure of the wind; supple as grasses, and so continually shifting that they somehow give the impress

avenues down which the waters pour with a shouting sound; making whirlpools, eddies, and foaming rapids; tearing at the sandy banks; carrying away masses of shore and willow-

ore sunrise, we had slipped swiftly through still-sleeping Vienna, leaving it a couple of hours later a mere patch of smoke against the blue hills of the Wienerwald on the horizon; we had breakfasted below Fischeramend under a grove of birch trees roaring in the wind; and had then

hing whirlpool before the towers of Pressburg (Hungarian, Poszóny) showed against the sky; and then the canoe, leaping like a spirited horse, flew at top speed under the gray walls, negotiated safely t

habitation and civilization within sight. The sense of remoteness from the world of human kind, the utter isolation, the fascination of this singular world of willows, winds, and waters, instantly laid its spell upon us both, so that we allowed laughingly to one another that we ought by rights to have held some special

out again; the willow branches tore our hands as we seized them to stop the canoe, and we pulled many a yard of sandy bank into the water before at length we shot with a great sideways blow from the wind into a backwater and managed to beach the bows in a cloud of spray. Then we lay panting and laughing after our

traveled from the source in the Black Forest, and how we had often been

, pulling the canoe a little farther into safety

the sun-thinking of the long journey that lay behind us, and of the great stretch before us to the Black

n to play the great river-game of losing itself among the deserted swamps, unobserved, unrestrained, it had seemed to us like following the growth of some living creature. Sleepy at first, but later developing violent desires as it became conscious of its deep soul, it r

face previously quite calm; the roar of its shallows and swift rapids; its constant steady thundering below all mere surface sounds; and that ceaseless tearing of its icy waters at the banks. How it stood up and shouted when the rains fell flat upon its face! And how its laughter roared out when the wind blew upstream and tried to stop its growing speed! We knew all its sounds an

ispers of its destiny had not reached it, where it elected to disappear through holes in the ground, to appear again on the other side of the porous limestone hills

o recognize the new-comer. Below Passau, however, it gave up this particular trick, for there the Inn comes in with a thundering power impossible to ignore, and so pushes and incommodes the parent river that there is hardly room for them in the long twisting gorge that follows, and the Danube is shoved this way and that against the cliffs, a

traubing she wandered so slowly under the blazing June sun that we could well imagine only the surface inches were water, while below there moved, c

and hawks, swans, and marsh birds of all sorts filled the air with glinting wings and singing, petulant cries. It was impossible to feel annoyed with the river's vagaries after seeing a deer leap with a splash into the water at sunrise and swim past the bows of the canoe; and often we saw fawns peering at us

tance almost of other, stranger countries where no tricks would be permitted or understood. It became suddenly grown-up, and claimed our respect and even our awe. It broke

ind yourselves, when the flood subsides, forty miles from anywhere, high and dry, and you may easily starve. There are no

ers might be serious, and we had consequently laid in an extra stock of provisions. For the rest, the officer's prophecy he

y examination of our hotel. The island, I found, was less than an acre in extent, a mere sandy bank standing some two or three feet above the level of the river. The far end,

ng streams on either side. The ground seemed to shake with the shock and rush while the furious movement of the willow bushes as the wind poured over them increased the curious illusion that the island itself

streaked with foam, and pushed forcibly by the great puffs of wind that fell upon them from behind. For a short mile it was visible, pouring in and out among the islands, and then disappearing with a huge sweep into the willows, which closed about it li

long and curiously, a singular emotion began stir somewhere in the depths of me. Midway in my delight of

ew acres of willows into the air and scatter them like so much chaff over the landscape. The wind was simply enjoying itself, for nothing rose out of the flat landscape to stop it, and I was conscious of sharing its great game with a kind of pleasurable excitement. Yet this novel emotion had nothing to do with the wind. Indeed, so vague was the sense of distress I experienced, that it was impossible to trace it to its source and deal with it accordingly

ch, pressing upon the river as though to suffocate it, standing in dense array mile after mile beneath the sky, watching, waiting, listening. And, apart quite from the elements, the willows connected themselves subtly with

we and oceans terrify, while the mystery of great forests exercises a spell peculiarly its own. But all these, at one point or another, somewher

mewhere by a vague terror. Their serried ranks growing everywhere darker about me as the shadows deepened, moving furiously yet softly in the wind, woke in me the curious and unwelcome sugge

ng up the tent in a hurricane of wind and building a fire for the stew-pot. It remained, just enough to bother and perplex, and to rob a most delightful camping-ground of a good portion of its charm. To my companio

of the island, and here we pitched the tent.

tent stood upright; "no stones and precious little firewood. I'm

out collecting a store of wood to last till bedtime. Willow bushes drop no branches, and driftwood was our only source of supply. We hunted the shore

It won't last long at this rate. We'd better drag the canoe close to the te

bing along the bank, and I heard h

to see what had caused his exclamation; but for the mome

eard him cry again, and this ti

e bank. He was looking over the river

a man's body!" he cr

about twenty feet from the shore, and just as it was opposite to where we stood it lurched round and looked straight at us. We saw its eyes ref

we exclaimed in the

body of a drowned man turning helplessly in the current. Far below it came to th

me it really was a man, and what was more, a man in a boat. Now a small boat on the Danube was an unusual sight at any time,

t, steering with a long oar, and being carried down the opposite shore at a tremendous pace. He apparently was looking across in our direction, but the distance was too great and the light too uncertain for us to make out very plainly what he was about. It seemed to me that he was gesticulating

I cried. "Look, he's maki

d to be gone in a moment, melting away down there into the sea of willows where the sun caught them in the bend of t

id, half to myself. "Where is he going at such a time, and what did he mean

to some sort of beings outside man's world! I suppose they believe in fairies and elementals, possibly demons too. That peasant in the boat saw people on the islands for the first time in his life," he added, after a slight pause

uld-"they might well people a place like this with the old gods of antiquity. The Romans must have

s an admirable temperament, I felt: he could steer down rapids like a red Indian, shoot dangerous bridges and whirlpools better than any white man I ever saw in a canoe. He was a grand fellow for an adventurous trip, a tower of strength when untoward things happened. I looked at his

out some thoughts of his own, and dropping his load with a gas

down," I said. "I don't

more water the better we liked it. It meant an increasing current and the obliteration of

willows round us like straws. Curious sounds accompanied it sometimes, like the explosion of heavy guns, and it fell upon the water and the isl

per the full moon rose up in the east and covered the river

in the door of the tent, but the high wind made it hard to study, and presently we lowered the curtain and extinguished the lantern. The firelight was enough to smoke and see each other's faces by

us spoke of the actual moment more than was necessary-almost as though we had agreed tacitly to avoid discussion of the camp and its incidents. Neither the otter nor the boatman, for instanc

turn to grub about among the bushes or scramble along the slippery banks in the moonlight. The long day's battle with wind and water-such wind and such water!-had tired us both, and an early bed was the obvious program. Yet neither of us made the move for the tent. We lay there, tending the fire, talking in desultory fashion, peering about us into the dense willow bushes, and listening to the thunder of wind and river. The loneliness of the pla

beneath the moon, remote from human influence, on the frontier of another world, an alien world, a world tenanted by willows only and the souls of willows. And we, in our rashness, had dared to invade it,

all turn in," and my companion watched me lazi

as not altogether pleased, I remember, to recognize this slight change in him, and instead of immediately collecting sticks, I made my way to the far point of the island where the moonlight on plain an

he place descended upon me with a positive shock. No mere "scenery" could ha

shrilly crying out, sometimes sighing-but what it was they made so much to-do about belonged to the secret life of the great plain they inhabited. And it was utterly alien to the world I knew, or to that of the wild yet kindly elements. They made me think of a host of beings from another plane of life, another evolution alto

surrounding our camp, shaking their innumerable silv

fter supper usually-it comes and announces itself. And the note of this willow-camp now became unmistakably plain to me: we were interlopers, trespassers, we were not welcomed. The sense of unfamiliarity grew upon me as I stood there watching. We touched the frontier of a region wher

rm of living creatures, marshaled by the gods whose territory we had invaded, sweep towards us off the vast swamps, booming overhead in the night-and then settle down! As I looked it was so easy to imagine they actually moved, crept neare

ust in time, and went on hunting for firewood again, half laughing at the odd fancies that crowded so thickly into my mind and cast their spell upon me. I recall the Swede's remark about moving on next day, and I w

uted above the wind, "I thought so

more than his actual words, and in a flash I understood the real reason for his coming. It w

inting to the flood in the moonlig

t was the cry for companionship that

the difficulty of finding wood, in order to explain my absence, but the wind caught my words and flung th

ing half angry with him for putting the thought into words, for it was exactly what I felt myself

r the wind the heat would have been unpleasant. I put this thought into words, and I remember my friend's repl

th yellow paddles beneath her; the provision sack hanging from a willow stem, and the w

hes and the stars and the white moonlight. The shaking willows and the heavy buffetings of the wind against our taut lit