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3. she took a firm slippery snag a little oblignely was nearly rolled upside down, as a sod is turned by a plow. Then I
charged myself to be more careful, while rowing often looked well ahead for snag ripples but soon I came to a long glassy
reach, my vigilance not being eternal, my thoughts wandered upstream back to those grand spring fountains on the head of the
McCloud Pitt. Then I tried to picture those hidden tributaries that flow beneath the lava tablelands, recognized in them a
capital illustration of the fact that in their farthest fountains all rivers are lost to mortal eye that the sources of all
are hidden as those of the Nile, so also that in this respect every river of knowledge is a Nile. Thus I was phlosiphysing
rowing with a steady stroke as the current was rapid, the jumper was making fine headway, when with a tremendous bump she
reared like Lize in jackets , swung around st illegible down stream, remained fast on her beam ends erect like a coffin against
a wall. She managed 00314