They thought the crew were safe, and we hoped with all our hearts they were.

There was nothing we could do but wait for some sign from above, and in about three quarters of an hour the boat came rushing down with all hands safe and exceedingly happy over claiming the distinction of the first capsize.
Now many rapids fell to our lot, and we were kept busy every moment.

On the 4th of June we passed the wrecks of some boats half-buried in the sand, and on landing we discovered a grave on a little knoll some distance back from the water, with a pine board stuck up at its head bearing the name of Hook.

The rapid that had apparently caused the disaster told by these objects we easily ran.

The unfortunates had attempted the descent in flat-bottomed boats, that shipped much water and toppled over with the slightest provocation.