And the fiddler was helpless and had to go, too.
They saw with alarm that his danger still grew
As the boat on an end like a bobble was toss’d,
Then plunged to a depth where it seemed to be lost.
There breathless they stood in an agonized fear
When they saw him ride high to again disappear;
But bravely he fought with the oars at his side,
Though his efforts were futile to stem the high tide;
They saw the boat whirl in an eddy away,
Till it seemed he ceased striving in utter dismay;