I hailed them with the cry of 'Hey, brother.' The man in the tree looked around and on discovering my black figure in the water, helplessly let go all holds and fell to the ground.

His companion was startled; but when, recovering from the shock, I was pointed out, he ran to the bank, yelled something that seemed to be a warning and then both disappeared.
As I passed on, I saw why he had shouted.

A young, gipsy-like girl stood on a shelf of rock surrounded by goats.

As the current was carrying me toward her, she gave a cry of alarm and faced me, the long-bearded goats doing the same.

They formed a beautiful picture.