He
found a canoe of shining white stone, tied to the shore. He was now
sure that he had taken the right path, for the aged man had told him
this. There were also shining paddles. He immediately entered the
canoe, and took the paddles in his hands, when, to his joy and
surprise, on turning round he beheld the object of his search in
another canoe, exactly its counterpart in everything. She had exactly
imitated his motions, and they were side by side.
They at once pushed out from shore and began to cross the lake. Its
waves seemed to be rising, and at a distance looked ready to swallow
them up; but just as they entered the whitened edge of them they
seemed to melt away, as if they were but the images of waves. But no
sooner was one wreath of foam passed, than another, more threatening
still, arose.
Thus they were in perpetual fear; and what added to it, was the
_clearness of the water_, through which they could see heaps of beings
who had perished before, and whose bones lay strewed on the bottom of
the lake. The Master of Life had, however, decreed to let them pass,
for the actions of neither of them had been bad. But they saw many
others struggling and sinking in the waves.
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