crazily, then suddenly scraped over rock. The canoe lurched to an unsteady and perilous stop in midstream and in the rapids. The men yelled as they saw the fourth canoe bearing down upon them. Like Noah’s ark on top of Mount Ararat sat the third canoe. The water was deep and swirling. The fourth group tried frantically to break the speed of their canoe, but it wasn’t possible. They headed it sidewise. Hanging vines from the jungle trees on the steep bank hung out over the water and wound in a tangled mass below.
The bark dove into this mass of weed and vine at such speed that the back spun around, while the prow stuck fast. It tilted, and the restless Kuluene poured over the side. In less than two seconds the canoe rolled over and sank. Everything in it either went to the bottom or floated away downstream. The men swam to the bank.
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