A ZIGZAG TRIP AND A ZOO 



of the creek and a second later the bowsprit 

 swept the bushes on the left bank. 



"Rather close call," said I. 



"Oh, no, that was easy, but there's a goose neck 

 turn below where I'm afraid we'll have trouble." 



It was all trouble, it seemed to me, for the 

 captain kept the wheel spinning back and forth 

 like a teetotum, while the Camera-man and Joe 

 jabbed their poles into the banks and the 

 branches of trees swept deck and cabin. Once 

 there was a crack as the bowsprit mowed down 

 some bushes, but it was only a dry branch that 

 broke. A projecting root caught the bow of 

 the Green Pea, but the snag was rotten and 

 broke. At the goose neck turn we ran into the 

 bank, but it was a glancing blow and quick work 

 with the poles freed the bow of the boat before 

 the current could swing its stern across the creek. 



A moment later we entered the broader stream 

 and as we turned down the river I looked through 

 the companion way at the clock and thought it 

 had stopped. The passage of the creek had con- 

 tained incidents enough to make a full day. 

 When I recalled the panorama of the stream as 

 its banks swept past, its perils and pleasures, and 



189 



