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some little distance above the bridge. This I knew 
was the débris of the trolley crossing furthest up 
the river. On it came, and with it an additional 
bank of stormy-looking water. I held my breath 
for the space of a moment as it actually leaped at 
the second frail structure ; there was a dull thud and 
ONE OF THE TROLLEY LINES AFTER THE ELOOD. 
a rending and riving of timbers, and then the flood 
rolled on towards me, leaving not a vestige of the 
two bridges behind it. The impact, indeed, was so 
creat that the rails were twisted round the broken 
tree-trunks as if they had been so much ordinary 
wire. The double tier of wreckage now swept 
forward, and hurled itself with a sullen plunge 
