d the rivulet, that still ran rippling on,
though the bright sparkles that lit its surface at noon had vanished.
Indeed, by this time the sunshine was, fast vanishing, too, for heavy
clouds were gathering overhead, while those in the west were gilded on
their lower edge.

IV.

THE SEARCH.

Neighbor Hedden, now intent upon his new thoughts, hurried along the
bank of the stream. There were pretty tassel-flowers and Jack-in-pulpits
growing there, which at any other time he might have plucked, and
carried home in his cap for Kitty; but he did not heed them now.
Something in the distance had caught his eye, something that, showing
darkly through the trees, from a bend in the streamlet, caused his
breathing to grow thicker and his stride to change into a run--_it was
the empty boat_!

Hastening toward it, in the vain hope that he would find his little ones
playing somewhere near the spot, he clutched his ride more firmly, and
gasped out their names one by one. Where were they?--his sunny-hearted
Bessie, his manly little Rudolph, and Kitty, his bright-eyed darling?
Alas! the only answer to the father's call was the angry mutter of the
thunder, or the quick lightning that flashed through the gathering
gloom!

In frantic haste he searched in every direction.

"Perhaps," thought he, "they have become frightened at the sound of
bears, and hidden themselves in a thicket. They may even have got tired
and gone to sleep. But where is Tom Hennessy?"

Again and again he returned to the boat, as though some clue might there
be found to the missing ones; but as often he turned back in despair,
trusting now only to the flashes of the lightning to aid him in his
search. The sharp twigs and branches tore his face and hands as, bending
low, he forced himself where the tangled undergrowth stood thickest.
Soon his hunting-cap was dragged from his head, as by some angry hand;
he knew that it had caught upon the branches, and did not even try to
find it in the darkness.

The heavy drops of rain, falling upon his bare head, cooled him with a
strange feeling of relief. Next his gun, which he had leaned against a
tree, while on hands and knees he had forced his way into some brush,
was swallowed up in the darkness.

In vain he peered around him at every flash that lit the forest--he
could see nothing of it. Suddenly a bright gleam, shooting across his
pathway, revealed something that instantly caught his eye--it was a
small bit