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were safe on the embankment ; but there was the raft ! 
Softly the river pushed its fingers under the . heavy logs ; 
lifted, lifted, lifted, as the minutes flew by, until, with 
one swelling, eddying ripple, it drew the sturdy old craft 
away from its moorings, out into the deep current, and 
swept it silently down the stream toward the sea. 
