The plunging horses were lost in yellow spray; the stream rushed through the wheels; the Mormons yelled.

I wanted to see, but was lost in a veil of yellow mist.
Jones yelled in my ear, but I could not hear what he said.

Once the wagon wheels struck a stone or log, almost lurching us overboard.

A muddy splash blinded me.

I cried out in my excitement, and punched Jones in the back.