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mid-air as if he were trying to keep his body level on the distant horizon. The next moment I found myself in the river. The whirlpool had formed directly under the canoe, only supporting the tip of the stern and the bow, making a two-foot hole directly under the main portion of our craft. As I went into the river I landed in the pool at the lowest point and got one fleetingglance directly under the boat at the two boys in the followingcanoe. Their mouths were wide open.
Both Mac and I reached the surface at the same time and grabbed for the canoe, which was now floating up-side down. I felt one of my prize kodaks hit me on my foot as it passed me on its way to the bottom of the river. But all in all things didn't look so bad. We had passed the whirlpool and although we were in the river still clinging to the canoe I had every reason to think that we would make shore in the next few minutes. I glanced around and noticed out in the center of the current, bobbing blithely down the stream, was my knapsack containing among many other things the letter of credit.
As we floated swiftly down the river I could see that the boys had safely passed the point which had caused all our trouble, and as Mac hung on to his end of the canoe and said nothing I took that opportunity to tell him what I thought about whirlpools in general. Wet as I was, my vocabulary was in great shape and I must have told him a chapter full.
Meantime we were swept down stream about a quarter of a mile and I suddenly noticed that Ave were rushing in toward a large rocky cliff on the right-hand side of the stream. I began to feel the pull of the river on my legs and I recognized it as the clutch of an enormous whirlpool. Instantly everything looked serious and I yelled to Mac to start kicking, but before he could obey the order his end of the canoe sloAvly disappeared into the vortex of the pool and with it went Mac. In a moment the canoe was standing on end. I Avas still on the surface and still hanging to my end of it, and I had visions of Mac doing likeAvise about sixteen feet beloAV the surface of the river. The movement Avas not SAvift enough to make one dizzy but still it Avas
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