stlessly about the sky and squawked in grotesque mockery
at the region and its doom. In strange contrast, the sky was as blue
as the limpid skies of Umbria,--and nearly two hundred feet below the
gnarled gashed cliff the ocean broke in terrific cascades of diamonded
foam.

The top of the cliff on which the house stood overleaped the sea, so
that, looking below, one saw only the recoiling waters of a rich, deep
gold, capped with silver crescents of broken spray. From the sheer
precipitous receding face of the cliff, knife-like granite spars
projected, and in the crevices and nooks of these countless birds
nested. Hungry, desirous, insatiate--the voice of that fearful and
balefully luring world--there sounded eternally the roar and crash of
the breaking golden waves.

Over the uneven scraggy promontory, blinded by the fierce sunlight,
Annadoah staggered. The world reeled about her; the sky above her had
become black. Before her--a small speck in the distance--she saw the
black wooden house silhouetted against the molten sea. She could
scarcely move her legs; she ached in every limb; every moment she felt
as if she would swoon, but the frenzied fear in her heart urged her on.
She suffered intolerably.

Of that long, tortuous journey Annadoah had no clear remembrance--with
each step her one urging, predominant thought had been to forge ahead,
to keep from swooning,--to escape those who were angrily calling far
behind.

Leaving her village, along the difficult broken coast her trail lay; it
crept painfully up over the slippery sides of melting glaciers, some of
them a thousand feet high, and made sheer descents over places where
the ice was splitting; it writhed about hundreds of irregular sounds
and twisted fjords.

In her desperation to escape, Annadoah, without a thought of the
danger, essayed to cross fjords where the ice was breaking. As she
sped over deceptive unbroken areas the ice often split under her feet.
In one of the sounds jammed ice was moving. To go around it she knew
would mean a loss of three miles. She leaped upon the heaving ice. It
rocked dangerously beneath her feet. As she left the shore the current
increased, the ice moved more swiftly. From cake to cake she leaped
with the agility of an arctic deer. The ice floes swirled under her
and tilted as her feet alighted. Half way across, her foot
slipped--the ice fragment eluded her wild grasp and she sank into the
frigid water. She