Cousin Silas calculated that, being carried to the south by the set of the current he should thus land directly under the light.  With calm, steady strokes, he clove his way through the yielding fluid.  Not a sound escaped from his manly breast, nor could we detect the noise made by his slowly-moving hands, as they separated the water before him.  How earnestly did we pray for him!--how eagerly did we watch him, till his head was shrouded in darkness.