Presently enough water was out to steady the boat, and we then helped Powell and Jones to get in.

Our oars had fortunately remained in the rowlocks, and grasping them, without waiting to haul in the hundred feet of line trailing in the current, we made for the left wall, where I managed to leap out on a shelf and catch the rope over a projection, before the Canonita, unharmed, dashed up to the spot; her only mishap was the loss of a rowlock and two oars.
Starting once more on the swift current, we found rapids sometimes so situated that it was difficult to make a landing for examination.

At one of these places, towards evening, a good deal of time was spent working down to the head of an ugly looking spot which could not be fairly seen.
An enormous rock lay in the very middle at the head of the descent.
There was no landing-place till very near the plunge, and in dropping down when we came to the point where it was planned that I should jump out upon a projecting flat rock, a sudden lurch of the boat due to what Stanton afterwards called fountains, and we termed boils, caused me, instead of landing on the rock, to disappear in the rushing waters.
The current catching the boat, she began to move rapidly stern foremost toward the fall.

Powell and Jones jumped out on rocks as they shot past, hoping to catch the line, but they could not reach it, and Jones had all he could do to get ashore.

Meanwhile I had come to the surface, and going to the boat by means of the line which I still held, I fairly tumbled on board.