It stretched across from bank to bank, and a dull roar that rose and fell came out of the wavering mist.

For the most part, the current was smooth, but here and there broken lines of foam streaked its surface, and sometimes the canoe swung round in revolving eddies.
Still the dark rocks ahead got nearer and at length Driscoll made a sign that they could stop paddling.

He occupied the stern, where he could steer the craft.

Thirlwell, feeling breathless after his efforts, was glad to stop, and looked about as he knelt in the middle.

He had often thought it was from the river one best marked the savage austerity of the wilderness.