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    "num": 29,
    "slug": "vol-1-28-chapter-xxix",
    "title": "Chapter  XXIX.",
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    "text": "## Chapter  XXIX.\n\nOf  perils  by  water. \nOn  one  occasion  when  he  had  travelled  to \nStrasburg,  according  to  his  custom,  and  was  on \n\n\nPERILS  BY  WATER.  131 \n\nhis  return  home,  he  fell  into  a  great  stream  of \nwater,  caused  by  an  overflow  of  the  Rhine,  and \nhe  had  with  him  the  new  little  book  which  he \nhad  just  finished,  and  with  which  the  foul  fiend \nwas  very  wrath.  As  he  was  being  swept  help- \nlessly along  by  the  current,  at  the  peril  of  his  life, \nthe  faithful  God  so  ordered  it,  that  at  that  very \nmoment  there  came  up  by  chance  from  Stras- \nburg  a  young  newly-made  Prussian  knight,  who \nventuring  into  the  turbid  and  raging  water  saved \nthe  Servitor  and  his  companion  from  a  miser- \nable death. \n\nOnce  upon  a  time  he  set  forth  on  a  journey \nunder  obedience,  when  the  weather  was  cold; \nand  after  travelling  on  a  carriage  the  whole  day \nthrough  until  evening  without  food  in  the  cold \nwind  and  frosty  weather,  he  arrived  at  a  troubled \npiece  of  water,  which  was  deep  and  rapid,  owing \nto  the  great  quantity  of  rain  which  had  fallen. \nThe  man  who  drove  him  went  too  near  the  bank \nthrough  carelessness,  and  the  carriage  turning \nover,  the  brother  was  shot  out  of  it  and  fell  into \nthe  water  on  his  back.  The  carriage  fell  over \non  him,  so  that  he  could  not  turn  himself  in  the \nwater  either  to  this  side  or  to  that,  nor  yet  help \nhimself  at  all ;  and  in  this  state  he  and  the  car- \nriage floated  down  for  some  distance  towards  a \n\n\n132  LIFE  OF  BLESSED  HENRY  SUSO. \n\nmill.  The  driver  and  others  ran  thither,  and \njumping  into  the  water  seized  hold  of  him,  and \ntried  their  best  to  draw  him  out ;  but  the  heavy \ncarnage  lay  upon  him  and  pressed  him  down. \nWhen  at  last  they,  succeeded  with  great  labour \nin  lifting  the  carriage  off  him,  they  drew  him \nout  to  land  dripping  wet,  and  he  had  not  been \nlong  out  of  the  water  before  his  clothes  froze \nupon  him  from  the  excessive  cold.  He  began  to \ntremble  with  cold,  so  that  his  teeth  chattered,  and \nin  this  miserable  plight  he  stood  still  for  a  long \ntime,  and  then  looking  up  to  God  exclaimed: \n— O  my  God,  what  am  I  to  do  !  what  course  am \nI  to  adopt  1  It  is  late  and  night  is  at  hand,  and \nif  there  is  no  town  or  village  near,  where  I  can \nwarm  and  refresh  myself,  I  must  die ;  and  what \na  wretched  kind  of  death  this  will  be !  He  looked \naround  on  all  sides,  until  at  last  he  espied  far \naway  upon  a  hill  a  very  small  hamlet.  He \ncrawled  thither,  all  wet  and  frozen  as  he  was, \nand  by  the  time  he  reached  it  night  had  set  in. \nHe  went  up  and  down  begging  for  shelter  in \nGod's  name ;'  but  he  was  driven  away  from  the \nhouses,  and  no  one  would  take  pity  on  him. \nThen  the  frost  and  fatigue  began  to  attack  Ins \nheart,  and  put  him  in  fear  for  his  life;  upon \nwhich  he  cried  with  a  loud  voice  to  God: — \n\n\nINTERVAL  OF  REST.  133 \n\nO  Lord !  O  Lord !  it  would  have  been  better \nhadst  Thou  let  me  be  drowned,  for  then  there \nwould  have  been  an  end  of  it,  instead  of  my \nbeing  frozen  to  death  in  this  street. \n\nThese  words  of  lamentation  were  overheard \nby  a  peasant,  who  had  before  this  driven  him \naway,  but  who  now  touched  with  compassion \ntook  him  in  his  arms  and  brought  him  into  his \nhouse,  where  he  spent  a  miserable  night.",
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