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The Indian twilight was rising in the east when she found herself again

looking out upon the water, the stone still clutched tightly She

gazed at the river, then at the stone, and again at the river The

stone dropped with a thud at her feet The savage in her had not

abated in the least; only her body was terribly worn and wearied and

the robe, muddied and torn, enveloped her like a veil of ice Above

her the lonely yellow sky; below her the sickly river; all about her

silence which held a thousand o? Where

could she possibly find shelter for the night?

The chill roused her finally and she swung her arms to renew the

circulation Near by she saw a tree, in the crotch of which reposed a

platform, and upon this platforross neck of the idol, and withered flowers lay

scattered at the base of the tree There was also a bundle of dry

rushes which sootten At least, yonder platforht So, with the last bit of

strength at her coathered up the rushes and cli her bed behind the idol She covered her shoulders

with the rushes and drew her knees up to her chin She had forgotten

her father, Bruce, the happy days in a far country; she had but a

single thought, to sleep What the want of sleep could not perform

exhaustion could; and presently she lay still