"Faix! it would have broken me heart to lose it," he observed; "so I made a grab and caught it and the bow, and held them tight, although the wetting, to be sure, was doing them no good.  Down I went, fasther and fasther.  I could hear the roar of the lower cataract.  Thinks I to meself, If I go over that I shall be done for, and just then I found the canoe carried by the current towards the shore.  I struck out with me feet to help it; and glad I was when, as I let them dhrop, I felt them touch the ground.  I sprang up the bank, but, to me sorrow, the canoe floated off, and it was more than I could do to get a hold of it again. I climbed to the top of a cliff, hoping to catch sight of you, or of Reuben and the Indian; but no one could I see.  And grieving from the bottom of me heart at the thought that you were lost, I scrambled down again, and made me way through the wood, guided by the sound of the waterfall.