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Show 402 The place looked all right when he tied it there; willows were growing there; but a big chunk of sand caved into the boat and partly sank the boat. We tried to holler to Frank sic John Shafer, but he was out of reach of sound, and we tried to run around - where we was abanding we were about one hundred feet above the river - to attract his attention, but we couldn't get his attention, so the best thing we could do was to let him held up the survey rod and shoot him in and wave him down so he could return to the river. In the meantime, more sand had caved into the river, and one of the cars floated down the river; the cars were laying on the seats, and they were moving back and forth with the current of the water, and we were afraid we would lose both oars. John Shafer finally noticed we were trying to communicate something to him, and he started on a dead run for the river. When he got there, the boat was entirely under water - not quite entirely under water, I'll take that back- just the front and of the boat sticking up. He just grabbed one car, then he worked three hours to turn the boat over; he finally managed to turn the boat over and get sand out of the boat. The boat was damaged on one side; he baled it out, and then cars across the river with one oar. It was a rather ticklish proposition, because he had to kind of push the boat up stream for enough so he could land on the other side above a cliff on the river; if |
