With the camp kettles that were left out of the cabins for that purpose, Hillers and I bailed as hard as we could, letting the boat go with the current, but it seemed to do little good, for every moment the waves broke over the craft from end to end, and our efforts might as well have been made with a teaspoon, though in many other rapids the kettles had proved effective.

Here and there, as we shot down, I could look back under a canopy of foam and see the head of a great black rock.

Fortunately we safely cleared everything, and in probably less than a minute we were at the bottom, lying to in an eddy, bailing fast and watching for the other boat.

No sign of any living thing could be discovered as we peered up the rapid, which from below had the appearance of an almost vertical fall.

Presently at the top of the foam a white speck moved, clearly seen against the dark background.
It was the Canonita on the edge of the fall.