British -- Costa Rica -- Fiction; Short stories; Travel -- Fiction
The river in this place is rapid, because the full course of the water is
somewhat impeded by a bank of earth jutting out from the opposite side of
the river into the stream; but it is not so rapid as to make any
recognised danger in the embarkation. Below this bank, which is opposite
to the spot at which the boats were entered, there were four or five
broken trees in the water, some of the shattered boughs of which showed
themselves above the surface. These are called snags, and are very
dangerous if they are met with in the course of the stream; but in this
instance no danger was apprehended from them, as they lay considerably to
the left of the passage which the boats would take. The first canoe was
pushed off by the German, and went rapidly away. The waters were strong
with rain, and it was pretty to see with what velocity the boat was
carried on some hundred of yards in advance of the other by the force of
the first effort of the paddle. The German, however, from the bank
holloaed to the first men in Spanish, bidding them relax their efforts
for awhile; and then he said a word or two of caution to those who were
now on the point of starting.
The boat then was pushed steadily forward, the man at the stern keeping
it with his paddle a little farther away from the bank at which they had
embarked. It was close under the land that the stream ran the fastest,
and in obedience to the directions given to him he made his course
somewhat nearer to the sunken trees. It was but one turn of his hand
that gave the light boat its direction, but that turn of the hand was too
strong. Had the anxious master of the canoes been but a thought less
anxious, all might have been well; but, as it was, the prow of the boat
was caught by some slight hidden branch which impeded its course and
turned it round in the rapid river. The whole lengths of the canoe was
thus brought against the sunken tree, and in half a minute the five
occupants of the boat were struggling in the stream.
Abel Ring and the German were both standing on the bank close to the
water when this happened, and each for a moment looked into the other’s
face. “Stand where you are,” shouted the German, “so that you may assist
them from the shore. I will go in.” And then, throwing from him his
boots and coat, he plunged into the river.
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