I had a feeling this was only the start of the white water.
He could see the river, running with white water, a good two thousand feet lower.
These days the falls provide the only urban white water in America.
But they would be worse than useless against white water.
The dead want the living to show them the way out of the white water and up to the moons.
The line of white water was now only thirty yards away.
Oh yes, as if I had forgotten, the white water.
The white water came over the side and carried the boy along the deck.
The boat came up on top of the wave, with white water all around it.
The big wave came in, and broke into white water all around them.
Until a hundred years ago, the mountains and their wild waters were seen as enemies.
And if he can so, what will it avail us to be in the wild water below?
I saw them laugh as they fought the wild water.
But upstream there was nothing but wild water, too, right up to the town.
He looked ahead again, and his whole existence became the wild waters of the river.
But the sea was very rough and our little boat could not live for long in that wild water.
Farther down, around the curve, there's some wild white water.
I shook myself, as if I'd come from wild waters that nearly drowned me.
They did not want to lose an oar in the wild water.
Then the boat went down between the waves and she could see only mountains of wild water everywhere.
