Arthur O. Friel, Tupahn--the Thunderstorm — Chapter IV (1922)
“ The raft had floated clear of the snag and was drifting down-stream. When we tried to lift ourselves over its edge it tilted again under our weight. It took several attempts before Pedro and I could climb on the crazy thing, and then we had trouble in helping Senhor Tom aboard. When all three of us were again on the logs we sat panting and laughing in relief. Then our laughter died as if somebody had grabbed our throats. We were safe on the raft. Our wet hammocks, too, still clung to the logs. But nothing else was there. Our paddles, our poles, our ax, had gone overboard. So had our guns. ”
