course, guided as before
by the way the rain beat on our heads and the waters flowed past our
feet. Again the thunder rolled loudly and the lightning flashed with
startling vividness, casting a horrid glare over the whole scene, now
darting amid the lofty boughs, and then snake-like running with loud
hisses along the ground. How utterly helpless and insignificant I felt
amid the war of the elements.

Still onward we must advance. How much farther I could not tell. My
companion's frequent shout cheered me. Perhaps trusting to the aid of
another made me more careless, for neglecting for an instant to keep my
stick feeling the ground before me, I stumbled forward, and found myself
floundering in a foaming stream. My cry prevented my companion from
falling likewise. Descending more cautiously he rushed into the flood
after me, and seizing me by the jacket just as I was being borne down,
assisted me to regain my feet, and helped me across, the water being
scarcely up to our middles. In another instant I should have been
carried helplessly down the stream beyond my depth. We struggled out, I
scarcely know how, and pushed on.

Again, I took the lead. We were passing through a second grove of
bread-fruit trees. Another tall tree fell directly before me. I
climbed over it. Crash succeeded crash. I prayed for preservation from
the fate which might any moment overtake me. I began to hope that we
were approaching the station. Still we were not out of the wood. I was
working my way on when it occurred to me that my companion had not sung
out to me for a longer time than usual. I called to him. There was no
answer. Eager as I was to push on, I could not desert him. I turned
back. Again and again I called. There was no answer. I reached a
fallen tree. Was it the one I had climbed over, or was it one which had
fallen after I had passed? I felt along it. My foot struck against a
soft substance. I stooped down. There lay a human form--quite still
though--the hand I lifted fell powerless. My companion was dead. "One
shall be taken and the other left." God in His good providence had
thought fit to spare me. My companion was trusting wholly in Christ's
blood. I could not mourn him as one without hope.

It was no time to delay. Once again I was straining all my energies to
find and follow the right way. It appeared to me that far more than
double the time had passed which I had believed would suffice to