Into this vortex the canoe was hurled, to be instantly overturned and dashed to pieces on the rock.
On its first circuit of the pool, Adrian leaped and landed upon the slippery boulder—breathless, but alive! His hand still clasped the pole he had been using to steer with, and Pierre—? He had almost disappeared within the whirling water, that tossed him like a feather.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
FOURTH OF JULY
Fling out our banner to the breeze,
Our glorious stripes and stars;
Unfurl our flag, o’er land and seas—
Our nation’s stars and bars!
The emblem of our birthright wave,