Perhaps they'd make the way clearer to you." "No," said the woman hastily.

"No, I'm not fit for such folks, but would you mind doing one thing for me?
Will you go back and just sit down, careless like, on one of the logs there by the fire, as if you'd got back from going down to see the breakers roll in, the way some of the folks do?
And don't let anybody know you've seen me at all! Don't say one word about me, but when they get through singing some hymn, won't you just start them singing, 'Shall we gather at the River'?
I want to hear it once again, but don't let them know they're singing it for me! Will you manage it the way I want ?" "Yes," promised Addie.
The girl went back and sat down on a log beside the fire, with the other people.

The fire was beginning to burn low, and the girl was fearful lest at the end of the hymn that was being sung, some one should make a move to go back to the encampment.

As soon as she could Addie began: "Shall we gather at the river ?" The other voices took up the hymn.

No one noticed that Addie's voice soon faltered and was still.
"Shall we gather at the river, Where bright angel-feet have trod: With its crystal tide forever Flowing by the throne of God ?" The words rang, out clear and sweet, and then the joyful assurance broke forth: "Yes, we'll gather at the river, The beautiful, the beautiful river.
Gather with the saints at the river That flows by the throne of God." The words of stanza after stanza floated out into the darkness of the cliffs and upper sands with a distinctness that the loud waves did not overcome.