position passed away. It
was the strong current he had to deal with alone.

And now, as he drew his breath freely, but one thought filled him--the
natural desire of self-preservation. What could he do? for it would be
impossible to hang on long like that.

He looked up stream, but he could see naught but water, and the flood
was out widely on both sides. But the regular bank of the river must be
beneath him, and the only chance seemed to be to climb up into the
ragged top of the willow to whose pendent boughs he clung: a poor kind
of refuge, but safety till the water sank.

The bough was of no great size, but about a couple of yards away there
was one far larger, and, waiting for a few minutes longer, till the
heavy beating of his heart subsided and he could breathe more easily, he
gradually lowered himself toward the greater bough by relinquishing his
hold upon its fellow to which he clung.

It was a horrible sensation, though, for it seemed to give the water
greater power to drag and snatch at him, and for some little time he
dared not quit his hold. But at last he ventured with one hand, got a
firm grip of a moderate bough, and before he could loosen his grasp with
the other he felt a violent shock: it was torn away, and he was swept
over the submerged twigs, having hard work to get a fresh hold.

Then the water passed over him, for quite a wave had descended the river
at that moment, whose impetus, and the jerk given to the tree, was too
much for its stability. Already undermined by the furious rush of the
flood, that new leverage at the end of the longest bough was enough, and
its top came slowly down overhead, while the bough to which the lad
clung slowly sank.

Once more the instinct of self-preservation helped, and, quitting his
hold, he allowed himself to be carried downward by the current as the
top boughs splashed up the water not a yard behind.

How long his new struggle lasted he could not tell; all he knew was that
he was being borne along the furious river at racing speed, having hard
work to keep his head above water and avoid the various objects which
cumbered the stream. But he swam bravely from time to time, gazing
wildly at the trees he passed standing deeply in the tide as he was
borne from side to side, till at last, with his senses beginning to
fail, and the water rising higher and higher above his chin, a dim
sensation of its being time to relax his efforts dawned upon him, in
comp