OH, SHOOT! 



it came as if gliding on steep, well-oiled skids. 

 When abreast of us it halted, then lifted itself 

 up, up, up until it towered like a ship in dry 

 dock, while the yellow flood roared savagely 

 at the delay. There came a dull rumbling and 

 grinding, much like the sound of a heavy train 

 in a tunnel, as its own momentum and the 

 resistless force of the river drove it higher 

 and higher upon the detaining bar. It shud- 

 dered, swung slowly, then commenced to roll be- 

 fore the current like thistledown in a draught. 

 The sound ceased, the mass dived suddenly 

 from view, then reappeared slowly, shook off 

 the surging waters, and was away again, 

 running faster and faster. Silent as a ghost, 

 it vanished around the bluff below us. 



We bent our puny efforts to the skiff and 

 crept onward, our eyes too busy to heed the 

 boulders which tripped us and rolled beneath 

 our feet. Gradually the bluff beneath which 

 we walked became higher and steeper until it 

 must have been fifty feet high and overhung 

 as if cut out by the action of a heavy surf. At 

 the time we did not note the significance of 

 this, for we were engrossed in the spectacle 

 opposite; but later we had ample cause to 

 remember the peculiar formation. 



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