"'Your only hope,'" repeated the voice of warning, "how can you explain
such foolish words?"
"With passing ease. I will soon come to the River of Death and with
these boards I can make myself a raft whereon I can pass over safely."
Then spoke the voice of warning clearer than before:
"O, foolish man! Knowest thou not that the River of Death, toward which
thou art rapidly moving, cannot be crossed in a bark so frail? I have
seen millions who tried in vain to ride its angry currents, but they
sank beneath its dark waters. Come, O mortal man, if thou hast nothing
better on which to depend, listen to the voice of wisdom and come,
without delay, to the Path of Glory."
But the man passed on. I watched him till he reached the river, and
saw him go from the shore in his self-constructed raft.
"I sink! I sink! Save me!" he, cried in utmost agony of terror as his
little raft whirled about, leaving the poor self-deceived fellow to
the mercy of the waves.
I saw others as they passed the Place of Warning. Thousands and tens
of thousands, some now totally deaf to every voice of warning, some
with cotton-filled ears, and others with instruments of music with
which they drowned the calls of warning.
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