"The rock did not split entirely. It broke apart just enough to let
out a tiny stream of water, which began to flow down the mountainside.

"When the boy came to his senses, the sky was clear and beautiful
once more. The sun was shining brightly, and the hunter was nowhere
to be seen. But the stream of water was running down the
mountainside.

"A few minutes afterward, the boy's master came hurrying up the
slope. He was frightened by the dreadful sounds he had heard. But
when he saw the waterfall, he was filled with delight.

"'Every one in the village will rejoice,' he exclaimed, 'for now we
shall never want for water.'

"Then the little boy took courage and told the story of his meeting
the hunter and what he had done.

"'It is well you did it in the name of the Lord,' cried his master.
'If you had not, our village would have been destroyed, and every one
of us would have been drowned.'"

"See! the children are going into the schoolhouse, Gretchen. We must
not be late. Let's run," said Bertha.

The two little girls stopped talking, and hurried so fast that they
entered the schoolhouse and were sitting in their seats in good order
before the schoolmaster struck his bell.