elements were increasing the difficulties of her position. Alone, on a
rocky, stormy shore, with three small children and two others far away
in the arms of an almost unknown savage, what could she do? Where could
she go? She said to herself: "evil seems to follow me closely, and heavy
trouble is continually weighing me down. I am in a strange land, among a
strange race; where will the end be? It may be here." As the above
thoughts were running through her brain, a brilliant flash of lightning
streamed close by her pale face, and for an instant lit up the earth and
sea around. A tree, a few feet distant, was shattered by the flash. Her
children trembled as the thunder shook the solid ground. She delayed no
longer, but determined at once to start back in the direction of the
canoe, and taking each of the smaller children by the hand, with Charlie
following, she pointed for the shore.

The rain descended in torrents; the thunder roared, and the lightning
flashed. Through the terrible storm Mrs. Godfrey pressed on, buoyant
with a hope that all might turn out well. As she was staggering from
rock to rock with the little ones pitching and stumbling along at her
sides, now and again almost blinded and bewildered by the lurid
lightning, she felt as one amid the crash of worlds.

Just as she sighted the canoe, which Paul had hauled upon the shore, a
sharp, rattling clap of thunder peeled above her head. This was preceded
an instant before by a dazzling blue and golden flash that all but
blinded the band of wanderers. Another and another flash, followed by
their thunderbolts, in quick succession shattered a solid rock over
which they had just passed. The whole shore appeared to tremble and
crash, and away far out over the surface of the bay the waters seemed as
if in a blaze. The sight was grand and terrible. Every rock along the
shore appeared to sink into an abyss as the lightning passed by, and