What greatness had not floated on the ebb of that river into the mystery of an unknown earth!…The dreams of men, the seed of commonwealths, the germs of empires.
But the river on the rocks sounded like someone laughing softly. Chuckling. As rivers and people do.
The river flowed ominously silent. It was like a great serpent gliding with sluggish movement towards the sea.
I’ve known rivers I’ve known rivers as ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins.