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A day's hacking with a little hatchet cut down trees enough not apple trees to make a raft, on which they adventured; but in mid-stream Washington's pole upset him, and he was fain to get ashore on an island. There must they pass the night; and so cold was it, that the next morning they were able to reach the mainland dry shod, on the ice.
"If she is carried down two hundred yards farther, Tom, she will be swept out into mid-stream," declared Ruth, still master of herself, though her voice was shaking. "And then good-night!" answered Tom. "I know what you mean, Ruth." "She will sink for the last time before the current sweeps her in near the shore again," Ruth added. "Oh, don't!" groaned Helen. "The poor girl."
It was impossible to help feeling a peculiar creepy sensation, and a cold shiver ran through one from time to time. So painful was this silence, that I felt glad when we had sailed up abreast of the great vessel which had dropped anchor in mid-stream, for the inaction was terrible.
But when fisticuffs appeared imminent in mid-stream, out of somewhat tardy consideration for Ailsa he set free the dove of peace. "Perhaps," he remarked pleasantly, "the fleet couldn't cross the bar. I've heard of such things." And as nobody had thought of that, hostilities were averted. Paddle-wheels churning, the rotund boat swung into the Brooklyn dock.
And Captain Cable had a habit of going to sea at short notice. Cartoner was not far wrong. For his own steamer passed the Minnie just above Neufahrwasser, where the river is broad and many vessels lie in mid-stream. The Minnie was deeply laden and lay anchored bow and stern, with the rapid tide rustling round her chains. She was ready for sea. Cartoner could see that.
There it is no longer the gradual darkening of the eye and fading of colour from the wall, the movement of the shore-side, where the water flows down indeed, though in apparent rest, but the race of the mid-stream, a drift of momentary acts of sight and passion and thought.
Some of the infantry crossed by a small pontoon bridge and a brigade of cavalry started to follow them. When they were in mid-stream, however, a terrific storm of fire smote them. The cavalry pushed on, but could not ride up the hill in the teeth of the bombardment.
In mid-stream the paddle of a river steamer was churning the water into foam, and up-stream, near the dock, negro roustabouts could be heard singing. But under the bridge all was silent, and the levee was deserted in both directions. He strained his eyes to distinguish that vague figure on the barge from the surrounding shadows.
But just as she spoke the salmon began to come into mid-stream again, and she stepped a yard or two back, reeling in the line swiftly. Once or twice she looked at the top of the rod: there was a faint strain on, nothing more.
We had passed the vessels sunk by the Turks to bar the progress of the original expedition. Masts and a funnel are visible, standing clear of the main channel. Basra was like coming on a bit of the London Thames from a distance. Lines of big ships appeared suddenly, round a bend of the river, anchored in mid-stream.
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