text:  More doubtful for his charge than for himself hastily with love-prompted art he swathes the babe in stripped bark--binds her to the shaft of his huge oaken spear--dedicates her with a prayer to the virgin goddess of woods and of the woodland chase--hurls from a gigantic hand the weapon across the tempestuous flood--and ere his pursuers have reached him plunges in breasts the waters and saving and saved swims across