The barrel then shot out from the Cataract like an arrow from a bow,
giving me a frightful lurch. After a short time I felt the barrel being
drawn up to a rock. It was none too soon, however, as my strength was
spent. When I realized I had been rescued my senses immediately left
me. Like a person falling to sleep, I became unconscious.
Through the kindness of John Ross, chief engineer of the “Maid of the
Mist,” and Mr. Williams of Canada, a wrench was brought, the barrel
opened, and the fresh air struck me.
A man’s voice exclaimed:
“The Woman is Alive!”
I answered, “Yes, she is, though much hurt and confused.” I was carried
to my boarding house, and after suffering great pain was restored to my
normal condition. The greater part of my life that remains to me will
be devoted to doing good to others, for a woman, be she a true woman,
can bless and glorify the lowest grade of humanity.