The look of horror they gave the Captain as he stood on that rock in the midst of the rapids, beckoning to them with his paddle, was evidence that they took him for his Satanic majesty or one of his courtiers.
"Lan' sakes, 'Zekiel!" exclaimed the boldest one or the party, who chanced to be a tall, raw-boned female, "go git gran'pap's old blunderbuss, an' shoot it." Zekiel was rooted to the spot with fear and heeded not the exhortation of his strong-minded relative.

Boyton, who feared the people who did not keep posted by reading the papers, more than he did the rapids, relieved them by taking to the water, and was flashed from their sight as he was drawn into another and larger rapid.

He was whirled into a place where he had a hard struggle over a bed of round, slippery rocks in shallow water.

He could not find the channel, and if he stood up to take an observation, his feet would be swept from under him.

He was fully an hour getting over the rocks, walking, crawling or paddling as best he could.