Not far down the stream they saw the fitful light of an eternal burning
whose ghastly glare lit the water crests of the Black River.
I saw a relentless monster, in deep silence, stretching forth his bony
arm, and with his icy fingers he pushed the two companions from the
brink of the river, thus bringing them face to face with the last enemy
whose sharp sting they felt as they were being overwhelmed by the
merciless waves.
[Illustration: When they who journey on the King's Highway reach the
River of Death, they are met by a convoy of angels and borne aloft to
the gates of the Celestial City.]
Their heart-rending cries for mercy brought no relief. They had sinned
against all light, and had even spurned the last kindly warning. The
Door of Hope was shut forever.
As they were sinking to rise no more they caught another vision of the
Shining Pilgrims of the King's Highway, and saw that when they reached
the brink of the River of Death they were met by a convoy of angels,
on whose snowy pinions they were borne aloft to the very gates of the
Celestial City which apparently stood on white clouds.
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