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Updated: July 2, 2025
The rock of Akeanlinna would be left untroubled were it not for the lumbermen and their work. In the floating season, the channel between it and the left bank is filled with timber, gathering like a great bridge, against which new arrivals fling themselves in fury, till they are drawn down through the cut.
A little ahead the river bends he is nearing the block at Akeanlinna. "Now for the last lap!" "Ay and the worst of all!" Two three short paces back the log brings up full against the block. A leap and a crash, a run almost to the fore end of the log before he can check his pace. The log is flung out again into the current, and shivers as if paralysed by the blow.
The task which the rival champions have set themselves to-day is to make their way down the upper rapids as far as Akeanlinna, and there spring off if they can at the block for there is no getting down through the cut on a timber baulk, and none could go over the ledge to Eva's Pool and live. The men have taken up their places on the bank, and the two competitors are preparing to start.
A rush of men downstream, crying and shouting.... Then, a moment later, a waving of hats from the men at Akeanlinna, and a cheer is passed from group to group upstream. Some stop, others race on he is saved but how? Then a tall figure appears standing on the shore, waving his hand triumphantly. A mighty cheer from all the onlookers and a waving of hats and kerchiefs. "There he is!"
One of the men posted at Akeanlinna brings him his pole but his hat is gone. He hurries up along the bank. "Enough give over now!" cry those on the bridge. "Go and tell your mother!" he answers furiously. "Maybe he'd like to have that chart now, after all," says one, with a sly glance. He pulls off his red coat. "Seeing I've lost my hat, I can do without a jacket."
Then curving to the right, and breaking in foam against the rocky wall of Akeanlinna a mighty fortress of stone rising straight up in midstream, with a clump of bushes like a helmet plume on its top. The river then divides, the left arm racing in spate down to the mill, the right turning off through a channel blasted out of the rock for the passage of timber going down.
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