Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1892-05-07
BIG JOHNS PERlLous FEAT.

An Indian Shoots tue dangerous La
chine Rapids III nIidwinter.
To shoot the Lachine Rapids in the
st. Lawrence river i'll hatboat Is nc
trifing matter and live to tell about 1t
afterward, but to shoot these world ia
mous rapids in the middle of winter,
with the boiling, tempestuous waters
filled with large cakes of ice and drift
wood, is still more hazardous. Yet
big john" tho Caughnawaga Indian.
has for the last fourteen years or every
New Years day made this perilous trip
Peculiar as it may seem, Big John has
ALWAYS taken some one with him on
these trips. This year he Slade the same
dangerous shoot, but it Will lie bis last
On the morning of the first Of the year
Big John, who lives down the river from
Lachinc, came up to the village to see II
any one had come up from Montreal to
accompany him. He found two young
men, utter strangers to him and to each
other. One, George Wait, was from
Montreal, while the other, Frederick
Cover, came from ''back countrie.
The men walked down to Big Johns
house, distance Of three miles. Here
they launched their boat, and the party
was increased by one more, Big Johns
son Murray. 1t took only half an hour
to work ont through the ice and heavy
water to reach the top OF the rapids. as
the boat approached them Big John
stood up in the stern with his long pad
die in his hand ready for the shoot.
Rocks glistened on all sides with their
icy coats; huge waves dashed high,
leapcl over the frail boat and threatened
to swamp her. Goyer was kept busy
bailing out with Wait, while Murray
obeyed the commands of his father.
Cover describes the passage as follows:
From The time we struck the rapids
until we reached the lower end of them,
John seemed being inspired. His eyes
were fairly glistening and shooting fire.
l thought they would leap from their
sockets with the tremendous excite
ment His long, thin paddle would
sweep the air like flash and be buried
in the foalniaS water, swinging the boat
hit,ier and thither, avoiding this jutting
rock and then that one. \ continuous
stream of commands in French flowed
from his lips to his son Murray, who
was nearly the equal of his father IN
dexterity. Now and then he directed
me in broken English to do something.
He was il picture that no artist would
ever forget, and that would haunt him
until he had reproduced it on canvas.
The trip was one of excitement and
peril from beginning to end, the boat
passing from one rapid to another in
succession. 1t filed continually with
water and kept Wait and Goyer busy
bailing When they reached the whirl-
pool, the last and most dangerous spot,
Big John gave his final command, and
it came near also being his last on earth.
He shouted to Murray, the boy, to pad
die hard, ard rs the lad shifted his posi-
ton to take longer and stronger stroke
he lost his balance and fell over on lis
back in the bottom of the boat. The
mighty Indian, quick as a wink, threw
himself down fat in the boat. and thus
saved it from being capsized, the heavy
waves throwing twenty buckets of
water all over the party. Big John was
up again in u second, and with two or
three powerful strokes he spun the boat
around and sent her nose straight into
the waves again.
The whole incident did not occupy
more than six seconds, and then the
boat shot down into the home channel
in "a few seconds more. Big John threw
his paddle into the bottom of the boat,
and, almost exhausted from the violent
exertion and excitement. sank down
into the stern sheets. All danger was
passed, but he fully realized what a
close shave the party had had as he
pointed back at the whirlpool and said,
..Je croyais qu'on allait au ciel tout
rond." Which was translated, 81 thought
we were going to heaven, boat and all. ("
The boat was pulled out at Jacques Car
tiers landing by willing hands. Big
John gave Goyer his paddle as a re-
hinder of the trip, and announced that
that was the last time he would ever
shoot the LachiEe rapids i'll winter
Cor. Chicago Tribune.