Whitewater Gorge The Door of Death is made of Gold

was this then the way? would she perish here?

kukutux flailed against the current, against ice and ice and ice —

a glancing touch; she reared gasping from the waters with a struggle against a flat piece of wide bark, and turned wide eyes upon the woman who had dove in after her. the currents dragged the duck beneath again; she fought her way up, and back, and up, back back back, swimming with unsteady lashes of her heavy limbs toward the silverchased savior.

another cry burst from her throat; she found herself collided again with the woman, and here she clung, and clung, searching with head above water frantically for any slope of muddy embankment where they might lunge and drag themselves out of the rush.