 and then Eddie lifted me out of the car and into this jerry-rigged canoe. He grabbed his paddles, climbed into the back, and pushed us off from shore. At first, my cousin lazily paddled as we were carried along, and I thought, this is pleasant enough. But then came a turn in the river, and when I saw white water underneath me, I became frightened. The canoe was tipping this way and that. I shouted over my shoulder, is everything under control back there?