I finally fell, and brought up in a world of white foam at the foot of the Fall, whose celled and bubbly masses towered up several inches above my head.

Of course I got into the eddy.

I sailed round and round in it forty-four times--chasing a chip and gaining on it--each round trip a half-mile--reaching for the same bush on the bank forty-four times, and just exactly missing it by a hair's-breadth every time.
At last a man walked down and sat down close to that bush, and put a pipe in his mouth, and lit a match, and followed me with one eye and kept the other on the match, while he sheltered it in his hands from the wind.
Presently a puff of wind blew it out.

The next time I swept around he said: "Got a match ?" "Yes; in my other vest.

Help me out, please." "Not for Joe." When I came round again, I said: "Excuse the seemingly impertinent curiosity of a drowning man, but will you explain this singular conduct of yours ?" "With pleasure.