Shooting the Rapids.

The next day, while Uncle Ed was taking a nap, we stole off to the upper
end of Lake Placid, each one towing a plank. We needn't have been so
afraid of Uncle Ed, for we found out later that he intended to try a plank
ride through the rapids himself next time he went in swimming. Down Lake
Placid we paddled in single column to the mill-race. In a moment the
current had caught us and we were off. I shall never forget the thrilling
ride down the swirling mill-race, the sudden pause as we shot out into the
open river, the plunge between the boulders and the dive through the
spray. It was all over too soon. Something like coasting--whiz, whiz-z-z,
and a half-mile walk. Were it not for the trouble of hauling the planks
back by the roundabout course along the Pennsy shore we would have thought
shooting the rapids a capital game.



Restoring the Drowned.

[Illustration: Fig. 87. Pressing the Water out of the Stomach.]

[Illustration: Fig. 88. Expanding the Chest.]

[Illustration: Fig. 89. Squeezing out the Air from the Lungs.]

It was on the second day after Dutchy's exploit of the rapids that Bill
came so near drowning. He probably would have drowned if Uncle Ed hadn't