Harold Edward Bindloss,
The Gold Trail — Chapter XIV
(1910)
“ Then she abandoned herself to the exhilaration of the furious descent, watching boulder and eddy stream by, while the spray that whirled about her brought the crimson to her face. At length the pace grew a little slacker, and Weston drove the canoe into an eddy where a short rapid divided them from the smooth green strip of water that poured over what could almost be called a fall. Then she turned toward him with glowing face."That was splendid!" she exclaimed. "Can't we go right on down the fall?"Weston ran the canoe in upon the shingle before he answered her. ”
