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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. 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
 Thuswise we voyaged Lake Bennett, Tagish, then Windy Arm, Sinister, savage and baleful, boding us hate and harm. Many a scow was shattered there on that iron shore; Many a heart was broken straining at sweep and oar. We roused Lake Marsh with a chorus, we drifted many a mile; There was the canyon before us--cave-like its dark defile; The shores swept faster and faster; the river narrowed to wrath; Waters that hissed disaster reared upright in our path. Beneath us the green tumult 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, 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. ED THEIR OUTFITS SAWING THEIR BOATS IN THUS WISE WE VOYAGE LAKE BENNETT TAGGISH THEN WINDY ARM SINISTER SAVAGE AND BALEFUL BODING US HATE AND HARM MANY A SCOW WAS SCATTERED THERE ON THAT IRON SHORE MANY A HEART WAS BROKEN STRAINING AT SWEEP AND OAR WE ROUSED LAKE MARSH WITH A CHORUS WE DRIFTED MANY A MILE THERE WAS THE CANYON BEFORE US CAVE LIKE ITS DARK DEFILE THE SHORES SWEPT FASTER AND FASTER THE RIVER NARROWED TO WRATH WATERS THAT HISSED DISASTER REARED UPRIGHT IN OUR PATH BENEATH US THE GREEN TUMULT 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
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