Many a time I thought that it was a moving stream, but I could never convince myself on the subject.

Wearied out, the horse and his rider yielded to the impelling power of the white man, who kept nodding his head, as if he would say, 'Quite right, quite right!' And thus at last we came out here to the end of the forest, where I saw the turf, and the lake, and your little cottage, and where the tall white man disappeared." "It's well that he's gone," said the old fisherman; and now he began to talk of the best way by which his guest could return to his friends in the city.

Upon this Undine began to laugh slyly to herself; Huldbrand observed it, and said: "I thought you were glad to see me here; why then do you now rejoice when my departure is talked of ?" "Because you cannot go away," replied Undine.

"Just try it once, to cross that overflowed forest stream with a boat, with your horse, or alone, as you may fancy.

Or rather don't try it, for you would be dashed to pieces by the stones and trunks of trees which are carried down by it with the speed of lightning.