When Santi left the Captain, she disappeared in tlu woods nimbly like a doe. Presently the Captain heard the following song sung by a woman : — The roaring tide youth is in Who's there can stem it, O ! O Lord of creation, 'tis Thou, The demon MarcCs foe ! Again the melodious strains of a sarang sang from somewhere else : " The roaring tide of youth is in Who's there can stem it, O ! O Lord of creation, 5 tis Thou, The demon Murtfs foe ! With it mingled too a man's voice which sang : The roaring tide youth is in Who's there can stem it O ! O Lord of creation, 'tis Thou, The demon MurcCs foe ! The storm it blows on water high My frigate dances lo, The steerer ably guides her course ; O Lord, O Murds foe ! The wall of sands I'll wash away And ease my longing Soul, A current who can ever stop, When tidal waters roll O Lord ! O Murals foe ! The sarang too sang in the same strain : " A current who can ever stop When tidal waters roll ? " Santi entered the wood where it was the thickest, — so much dark it was that you could not know who was
