me, and in good faith began to warn and advise me. They had heard
the tales of raftsmen, and had conceived a vivid idea of the perils
of the river below, gauging their notions of it from the spring and
fall freshets tossing about the heavy and cumbrous rafts. There was
a whirlpool, a rock eddy, and a binocle within a mile. I might be
caught in the binocle, or engulfed in the whirlpool, or smashed up
in the eddy. But I felt much reassured when they told me I had
already passed several whirlpools and rock eddies; but that
terrible binocle,--what was that? I had never heard of such a
monster. Oh, it was a still, miry place at the head of a big eddy.
The current might carry me up there, but I could easily get out
again; the rafts did. But there was another place I must beware of,
where two eddies faced each other; raftsmen were sometimes swept
off there by the oars and drowned. And when I came to rock eddy,
which I would know, because the river divided there (a part of the
water being afraid to risk the eddy, I suppose), I must go ashore
and survey the pass; but in any case it would be prudent to keep to
the left. I might stick on the rift, but that was nothing to being
wrecked upon those rocks. The boys were quite in earnest, and I
told them I would walk up to the village and post some letters to
my friends before I braved all these dangers. So they marched me up
the street, pointing out to their chums what they had found.

"Going way to Phil-- What place is that near where the river goes
into the sea?"

"Philadelphia?"

"Yes; thinks he may go way there. Won't he have fun?"