There and screamed till a panicky feeling went ’round
To all that was left of the acre of ground.
They heard a shrill whistle, and help seemed at hand,
For around the great bend came the steamer Renand;
Their hearts filled with hope; to their eyes came the tear
That sprang from their joy as the steamer came near.
With frantic wild gestures, they signaled the boat;
She was coming their way, they with rapture could note.
Then another shrill whistle—a strange, startled scream.
She turned from her course and she fled down the stream