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The point selected for the crossing was daunting to the bravest of men. Bob, bless him, went first; I followed hard on his heels, then came John and Tom. My bike was soon off its wheels, being swept downstream at a tangent from my restraining grip. Holding on, grimly striving to keep my saddlebag above water, and only too well aware of what could happen if I slipped. How Bob and the others were faring I was unmindful.....