Presently, however, we shot into less troubled waters and then continued our course, very little the worse for having braved these terrible rapids.

Had our craft been a dug-out boat, as I originally intended it to be, we must inevitably have been swamped.

Again we camped on shore that night, and were off at an early hour next morning.

As we glided swiftly on, I noticed that the river seemed to be growing tremendously wide.

Yamba explained that we were now getting into very flat country, and therefore the great stretch of water was a mere flood.