From mountain heights, with fearsome roar, there plunged a mighty crashing torrent down. It shook the fields for miles around, and charged the air with terror.
Travelers dared not to cross an obstacle so overawing. One, however, chased by robbers, had no choice but to attempt to put between himself and them the torrent.
Fright was all he had to overcome, the waters proving loud but without depth.
Success relumed his courage. Still pursued, he scarcely paused before a river, smooth and tranquil as a sleep unruffled, cradled in two gentle banks of softest sand.
His horse preserved him from the thieves—but could not save him from the waves.
Fear more the silent man than him that raves.