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confusing to see the entire landscape going around and around. I glimpsed the boys out in the middle of the river and the next scene was a rocky cliff in the opposite direction. And still no Mae. The boys yelled asking what they could do. I motioned for them to keep away from the1 whirlpool with the canoe, yelling at the top of my voice for the cook to try and get his blankety blank rowboat within reaching distance. But he had shot too far downstream to be able to row back against the current. It seemed an hour before Mac's head broke the surface of the water. His hat was still on. In one hand lie held a paddle, and in the other he clutched my hat which I had lost a quarter of a mile up the river. As he1 broke the surface he opened his mouth in one great gasp and made a noise like a barking sea lion. If he hadn't looked so serious I think I would have laughed right in his face. He took three or four great gasps of air and disappeared once more as suddenly as he had the first time. When he came to the surface1 a second time the end of the canoe which had been pointed downward arose almost simultaneously. Mac still held the paddle in one hand, his hat was still on his head, but the other hand had traded my hat for the other paddle.
It is a well-known fact that the clutching fingers of a whirlpool will turn a man's pockets inside out, taking all the loose articles contained therein. I know that I will not be believed in the following statement, but I am going to make it anyway. A moment after my companion reached the surface this time his small black leather bill fold bobbed up directly in front of him. He reached out with his mouth, grabbing it Avith his teeth, and clamped down on it. From then on there was no chance of any conversation from the lad. ( Need I add that Mac originally came from the "Highlands"?)
We were still being forced round and round in the eddy, but its strength had passed for the time being, and the circle was getting larger. I yelled to Mac let go one of his paddles and grab the canoe, and to start kicking towards the center of the river, doing likewise mvself. Once more the current grab
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