concussion, tossing like a log upon the
flood's breast, her senses had almost left
her.

Many waters cannot quench love--the
love of a daughter for her genius-*father.

In that moment--that moment--there
leaped up in the breast of Toandoah's
child the fire, the red fire, which alone
can carry anything higher, be it rocket or
girl's heart.

They had called her father's invention
a joke, a Quaker gun, Una and her mother.

&Never^ should they say that of his
daughter's pluck: that it was a dummy
which would hit no mark,--or only to
save itself!

"Una!" Wildly she seized the other
girl's creamy flannels, buoyed like a great,
pale water-lily upon the imprisoned lake-water.
"Catch--c-catch me by the belt--Una!
I--I'll try-y to save you!
Oh-h! s-stick ti-ight now."

And the daughter of the man, still
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