Through the Grand Canyon from Wyoming to Mexico, with a foreword by Owen Wister;new edition with (72 plates) from photographs by the author and his brother . Often the bottom of a boatwould show above the water as it listed to one side. Atsuch a time a person sitting on the raised deck might getthrown overboard. Before starting on this last trip we had thought itwould be only right to give our younger brother a ride ina rapid that would be sure to give him a good ducking,as his experience was going to be short. But the waterand the wind, especially in the shadows, was so verycold that we gave
Through the Grand Canyon from Wyoming to Mexico, with a foreword by Owen Wister;new edition with (72 plates) from photographs by the author and his brother . Often the bottom of a boatwould show above the water as it listed to one side. Atsuch a time a person sitting on the raised deck might getthrown overboard. Before starting on this last trip we had thought itwould be only right to give our younger brother a ride ina rapid that would be sure to give him a good ducking,as his experience was going to be short. But the waterand the wind, especially in the shadows, was so verycold that we gave this plan up, and avoided the wavesas much as possible. He got a ducking this morning,however, in a place where we least expected it. It wasnot a rapid, just smooth, very swift water, while closeto the right shore there was one submerged rock with afoot of water shooting over it, in such a way that it madea reverse whirl as they are called in Alaska — waterrolling back upstream, and from all sides as well, tofill the vacuum just below the rock. This one was abouttwelve feet across; the water disappeared as though itwas being poured down a ONE MONTH LATER 227 The least care, or caution, would have taken me clearof this place; but the smooth water was so deceptive,and was so much stronger than I had judged it to be,that I found myself caught sideways to the current,hemmed in with waves on all sides of the boat, knockedback and forth, and resisted in all my efforts to pullclear. The boat was gradually filling with the splashingwater. Ernest was lying on the deck, hanging on likegrim death, slipping off, first on one side, then on theother, and wondering what was going to happen. So wasI. To be held up in the middle of a swift stream was anew experience, and I was not proud of it. The otherspassed as soon as they saw what had happened, andwere waiting in an eddy below. Perhaps we were thereonly one minute, but it seemed like five. I helped Ernestinto the cockpit. About
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