By this time, they had drifted a long way down and saw another rapid approaching.

By swimming desperately, they avoided being carried into this in their awkward plight, and, towing the boat after them, landed none too soon on a pile of driftwood on the bank.

A gun, some barometers, and other articles that were in the open compartment, were lost, though one roll of blankets had been caught and saved by Powell as it drifted by.

Building a large fire on the shore, they dried their clothing, while out of one of the logs they manufactured much-needed oars.
Fortified by these, they ran several bad rapids the following day.

In one, Bradley was knocked overboard, but, his foot catching under the seat, he was dragged head down through the water till the worst of the fall was passed, when one of the other men managed to haul him in.