Newton could not resist the appeal; it appeared to point out to him that he was summoned to answer the call made upon Providence.

The boat was now a quarter of a mile further down the river than where he stood, and about three miles from the town and shipping, both of which were no longer discernible from the thickness of the weather.

Newton threw off his coat, and plunging into the agitated water, the cold of which nearly checked his respiration, swam off into the stream in a direction so as to allow himself to fetch to windward of the boat.

He was soon carried down to it by the rapidity of the tide, and, as he approached, he shouted to announce his presence.
The man in the boat started up at the sound of a human voice, and perceiving Newton close to the bows, leant over and extended his hand towards him.

Newton seized hold of it, and then was whirled round by the tide fore and aft with the side of the boat, with such violence as nearly to drag the other man out, and half fill the boat with water.