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But what of the others that followed, losing their boats by the score? Well could we see them and hear them, strung down that desolate shore. BUT WHAT OF THE OTHERS THAT FOLLOWED LOSING THEIR BOATS BY THE SCORE WELL COULD WE SEE THEM AND HEAR THEM STRUNG DOWN THAT DESOLATE SHORE
gloom; Around us, swift twisting and turning, the black, sullen walls of a tomb. We spun like a chip in a mill-race; our hearts hammered under the test; Then--oh, the relief on each chill face!--we soared into sunlight and rest. Hand sought for hand on the instant. Cried we, "Our troubles are o'er!" Then, like a rumble of thunder, heard we a canorous roar. Leaping and boiling and seething, saw we a cauldron afume; There was the rage of the rapids, there was the menace of doom. The river springs like a racer, sweeps through a gash in the rock; Buts at the boulder-ribbed bottom, staggers and rears at the shock; Leaps like a terrified monster, writhes in its fury and pain; Then with the crash of a demon springs to the onset again. Dared we that ravening terror; heard we its din in our ears; Called on the Gods of our fathers, juggled forlorn with our fears; Sank to our waists in its fury, tossed to the sky like a fleece; Then, when our dread was the greatest, crashed into safety and peace. UMULT CHURNING ABOVE US THE CAVERNOUS GLOOM AROUND US SWIFT TWISTING AND TURNING THE BLACK SULLEN WALLS OF A TOMB WE SPUN LIKE A CHIP IN A MILL RACE OUR HEARTS HAMMERED UNDER THE TEST THEN OH THE RELIEF ON EACH CHILL FACE WE SOARED INTO SUNLIGHT AND REST HAND SOUGHT FOR HAND ON THE INSTANT CRIED WE OUR TROUBLES ARE O'ER THEN LIKE A RUMBLE OF THUNDER WE HEARD A CANOROUS ROAR LEAPING AND BOILING AND SEETHING WE SAW A CAULDRON A FUME THERE WAS THE RAGE OF THE RAPIDS THERE WAS THE MENACE OF DOOM THE RIVER SPRINGS LIKE A RACER SWEEPS THROUGH A GASH IN THE ROCK BUTTS AT THE BOULDER RIBBED BOTTOM STAGGERS AND REARS AT THE SHOCK LEAPS LIKE A TERRIFIED MONSTER WRITHES IN ITS FURY AND PAIN THEN WITH THE CRASH OF A DEMON SPRINGS TO THE ONSET AGAIN DARED WE THAT RAVENING TERROR HEARD WE ITS DIN IN OUR EARS CALLED ON THE GODS OF OUR FATHERS JUGGLED FORLORN WITH OUR FEARS SANK TO OUR WAISTS IN ITS FURY TOSSED TO THE SKY LIKE A FLEECE THEN WHEN OUR DREAD WAS THE GREATEST CRASHED INTO SAFETY AND PEACE
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