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"--was--"No." To throw his tools down--hastily unhook The old crack'd lantern from its dusty nook, And while he lit it, speak a cheering word, That almost choked him, and was scarcely heard, Was but a moment's act, and he was gone To where a fearful foresight led him on. Passing a neighbour's cottage in his way-- Mark Fenton's--him he took with short delay To bear him company--for who could say What need might be? They struck into the track The children should have taken coming back From school that day; and many a call and shout Into the pitchy darkness they sent out, And, by the lantern light, peer'd all about, In every road-side thicket, hole, and nook, Till suddenly--as nearing now the brook-- Something brush'd past them. That was Tinker's bark-- Unheeded, he had follow'd in the dark, Close at his master's heels, but, swift as light, Darted before them now. "Be sure he's right-- He's on the track," cried Ambrose. "Hold the light Low down--he's making for the water. Hark! I know that whine--the old dog's found them, Mark." So speaking, breathlessly he hurried on Toward the old crazy foot-bridge. It was gone! And all his dull contracted light could show Was the black void and dark swollen stream below. "Yet there's life somewhere--more than Tinker's whine-- That's sure," said Mark. "So, let the lantern shine Down yonder. There's the dog--and, hark!" "Oh dear!" And a low sob came faintly on the ear, Mock'd by the sobbing gust. Down, quick as thought, Into the stream leapt Ambrose, where he caught Fast hold of something--a dark huddled heap-- Half in the water, where 'twas scarce knee-deep, For a tall man; and half above it, propp'd By some old ragged side-piles, that had stopt Endways the broken plank, when it gave way With the two little ones that luckless day! "My babes!--my lambkins!" was the father's cry. _One little voice_ made answer--"Here am I!" 'Twas Lizzy's. There she crouch'd, with face as white, More ghastly, by the flickering lantern-light, Than sheeted corpse. The pale blue lips, drawn tight, Wide part
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