Fields had always been afraid of water and had worn a life preserver every day since we left the wagons.

He threw up his hands and splashed and kicked at a terrible rate, for he could not swim, and at last made solid ground.

One of the canoes came down into the eddy below, where it lodged close to the shore, bottom up.

Alfred Walton in the other canoe could not swim, but held on to the gunwale with a death grip, and it went on down through the rapids.

Sometimes we could see the man and sometimes not, and he and the canoe took turns in disappearing.