But when I got to it, the water was pouring through in a current as large as the hole would let it, and as strong as the weight of the river would force it.

I found I couldn't get out here, for the boat was now turned down in such a way that it was steeper than a house-top.

I now thought of the hole in the side, and made my way in a hurry for that.
"With difficulty I got to it, and when I got there, I found it was too small for me to get out by my own power, and I began to think that I was in a worse box than ever.

But I put my arms through, and hollered as loud as I could roar, as the boat I was in hadn't yet quite filled with water up to my head; and the hands who were next to the raft, seeing my arms out, and hearing me holler, seized them, and began to pull.

I told them I was sinking, and to pull my arms off, or force me through, for now I know'd well enough it was neck or nothing, come out or sink.
"By a violent effort they jerked me through; but I was in a pretty pickle when I got through.