text:  Down quick as thought Into the stream leapt Ambrose where he caught Fast hold of something--a dark huddled heap-- Half in the water where 'twas scarce knee-deep For a tall man; and half above it propp'd By some old ragged side-piles that had stopt Endways the broken plank when it gave way With the two little ones that luckless day! "My babes!--my lambkins!" was the father's cry