go TlMEHRl. 
look bex to-day, eh ?" " Yes, man, she is too bex !" The 
bowman turns to the captain, " Captain, she is bex for 
true !" %( Let she walk !" returns the captain. This is 
done at all the big falls. Before one is aware of it, 
there is a splash in the water, and the cause is a local 
Captain Webb who has plunged, or rather has dived, into 
the water, rope in mouth. He gets a foothold on one of 
the rocks, and rises, shaking the water from his head, 
and then makes taut the rope. " Overboard !" yells the 
captain, and out goes every man but himself from the 
boat. 
Steadily the boat is hauled over the foaming mass of 
water, the captain yelling out his instru6lions, the bow- 
man holding on like grim death to the bow, and keeping 
the head free from the numerous rocks which would 
break her should she touch them. The scene is an 
exciting one. No man thinks then of danger to himself, 
it is " God for us all and the devil take the hindermost \" 
The craft is now in safe water, and in we get, pulling 
again as if nothing had happened. The dull thud, of the 
paddles, and now and then a song, are the only sounds 
we hear. 
Soon, round a bend of the river comes a steady 
spirited chorus, and as we shoot round we see a boat 
coming down with the hands. We do not know them, 
but we stop, exchange greetings, drink success, &c, and 
wish God-speed. 
We make a halt for the day. The captain and bowman 
jump out, and expeft to do no work, unless otherwise ar- 
ranged beforehand. The other men sling hammocks, and 
those who were wise enough to take up a small tarpaulin, 
cut sticks and put up an improvised tent tied with bush 
