I could not tell of course what they were
saying, but I knew that the question was: "Who, beside ourselves,
is in this deep wilderness?" The conclusion reached was that the
wind had brought it here in the night from our own camp.
Passing the point the canoe again stopped some distance beyond it,
and another brisk conversation ensued. I learned they had
discovered a current coming from the south, and we turned to meet
it. Following it up, one mile south and one mile west, we came to
where the river flows in from the south in a rapid. This was
really funny. We had comfortably settled ourselves in the belief
that the rapids had all been passed. Job and Gilbert had taken off
their "shoe-packs" with the prospect of a good day's paddling, and
here were the rapids again. Our course for four miles above this
point was up a tortuous, rapid river. It seemed to flow from all
points of the compass, and, in almost continuous rapids. They were
not rough, but the currents were fearfully swift, and seemed to
move in all directions. These are more difficult to understand,
and hence more dangerous than many of the rougher rapids.
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