He was not a good swimmer.

After this whirlpool was passed they reached the locality of our camp with no further adventure.

They were very desirous that the story be kept from the rest of the party but they had hardly finished telling me when Prof.came and insisted on knowing what had occurred.

Their punishment for this indiscretion was the hard climb back again to where they had left a rifle and other things that must be recovered.
A delightful episode of this camp was a row which several of us made up the Yampa in the moonlight.

As far as we went the current was not swift and we were able to pull gently along under the great cliffs in shadows made luminous by the brilliancy of the moon.