Canoe rolls over.
None of these things happened to us and in about half a day we had brought the Canoe down safely – portaged everything – reloaded and were on our way.
Now we knew that the chutes were roughly a mile below the Rapids, but from our low position in the Canoe, could see no sign of them and, queer as it may seem, could not hear the ominous roar which we had noticed much further upstream.
Soon the water began to swirl and the Canoe to travel faster. I mentioned to Hornby that we were getting near something or other, but he – cool and collected as usual – didn't seem to bother. I steered in close to shore and noticing the water getting swifter & swifter suggested a landing, where we could climb a tree and look ahead. He agreed, but we realisid [realized], to our horror, that there was an unbroken line of shore ice which would prevent us beaching the Canoe. Noticing
