CHAPTER 3.
To Papayuchisew, after his first mouthful of water, the stream was almost as safe as the air, for he went sailing down it with the lightness of a gull, wondering in his slow-thinking big head why he was moving so swiftly and so pleasantly without any effort of his own.
To Baree it was a different matter.

He went down almost like a stone.

A mighty roaring filled his ears; it was dark, suffocating, terrible.

In the swift current he was twisted over and over.

For a distance of twenty feet he was under water.