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bed us and we were free from that awful drag of the eddy. We shot past the other boys in their canoe as they were attempting to lift my knapsack into their already heavily laden craft. The cook was just about able to hold his own in midstream as he was still trying to row toward us. I yelled to him that we were coming, and to be ready. He swung the stern of his boat broadside of the current as we swept by, and I was able to reach out and grab the rowboat with hand, still clutching frantically to the canoe with the other.
Although our canoe had been completely under water for several minutes while in the whirlpool, there was still enough air inside to allow it to float a few inches above the surface but bottom side up. With Mac at the other end, I in the middle, Dee attempted to row toward shore. But the current Avas far too strong for him and quickly we drifted on down the river. In that manner we covered nearly another mile until we approached the second bend. It seemed as if we were going to be forced directly onto the rocks at the bottom of the cliff, and I told Mac to draw his legs up under him and to be careful not to break a leg on a submerged rock. Meantime Dee was saying nothing but doing a great deal of heavy rowing. We swept toward the bottom of the cliff. Seemingly the whole outfit would be dashed to pieces in the next instant. Then we struck a cushion of water caused by the current on this sudden turn and were swept to the right, directly along the top of a fifteen-foot fall.
About seventy-five feet from the south bank of the river was a large rock, right at the brink of the fall. There things started to happen. The bow of the rowboat hit the rock first, the cook dropped his oars at the same instant, grabbed the bow line and jumped for the rock. The canoe which I was holdingswung around, pinning me between both boats, and the handle of one of the oars, barely missing my head, went through the side of the canoe as if it had been so much paper. Mac lost his hold and went down after more deep-water fish. The rowboat was torn from the cook's grasp, and the boat, canoe and I
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