"Yas, Isrul."
"An' we heah it singin', ef we listen close, eh, Hannah?"
"Yas, Isrul."
"Well, don't let 's forgit it, dat 's all. Don't let's forgit, when we turns our backs on dis swellin' tide, dat de river o' Jordan is jes befo' us, all de same—an' it can't be long befo' our crossin'-time."
"Amen!" said the woman.
The moon shone full upon the great river, making a shimmering path of light from shore to shore, when the old couple slowly rose and went to rest.
Toward morning there was a quick gurgling sound in front of the cabin. Blucher caught it, and, springing out, barked at the stars. The sleepers within the levee hut slept on, being overweary.
The watchman in the Carrollton garden heard the sound,—heard it swell almost to a roar,—and he ran to the new levee, reaching its summit just in time to see the roof of the cabin as it sank, with the entire point of land upon which it rested, into the greedy flood.