A moment after, the men gave a loud shout! She was gone from where she had stood, and the echo of a smothered shriek—tribute of a woman’s heart to death—came to our ears. We sprang to look over. There was a glimpse of the bright shawl whirled amid the foam.
“Did she fall?” some one cried out.
“Throwed herself down!” said those who saw it.
We never found trace of either of them. But the jam went out, to the last log. Two hours later the gangs were following the drive down the stream—on to Montreal! But the men had turned sullen. Scarce a laugh or a cheery shout was heard for three days.
MANMAT’HA.
By Charles de Kay.
⁂ Atlantic Monthly, February, 1876.