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DIKKON EBERHART<br />
In the melt days <strong>of</strong> early spring, Dad and his brother, Dry,<br />
would chop enormous cakes <strong>of</strong> ice loose from the river banks<br />
and launch them into the stream. <strong>The</strong>y’d take big branches <strong>of</strong><br />
downed trees aboard, and using these clumsily for oars, they’d<br />
try to maneuver their unsteady craft downstream. <strong>The</strong> river was<br />
cold, and though it was not deep in summer, in spring its current<br />
ran very high and fast with the snowmelt water, and once<br />
it entered the woods, its way was tangled with fallen trunks and<br />
rock outcrops. <strong>The</strong> goal was to ride the urgent current all the<br />
way to the falls . . . <strong>of</strong> course, when no one was looking—no<br />
parent, that is—for this was a daring and dangerous thing to do.<br />
When I was young and enthralled with the stories Dad<br />
would tell, the Cedar seemed to me to be as wild as Huck Finn’s<br />
river, and just as fine a place for a boy to lie on his back, adrift<br />
upon a raft, and to feel that the world is, indeed, awful purty.<br />
“Tell the one about the ice cakes,” I’d plead. <strong>The</strong>n I’d snuggle<br />
against my father, he <strong>of</strong> the scratchy face and pipe smoke. For I<br />
was little, and he was big, and I’d know the story would come<br />
out okay.<br />
As the boys float along, the day grows colder, and it<br />
begins to snow. And the trees close in. It’s darker. And<br />
the river runs faster now as it dips into the darkness <strong>of</strong><br />
the forest. And there are— <strong>of</strong> course—the falls ahead.<br />
Not yet heard, but waiting, dark and toothed. <strong>The</strong>n, in<br />
the dark: a lurch. <strong>The</strong> ice cake hits a fallen tree, rides<br />
up a little, whirls, hangs precariously, and . . . cracks in<br />
half ! Plunges into the stream. <strong>The</strong> boys are wobbling<br />
now, crouching, terrified. Another piece <strong>of</strong> ice breaks<br />
<strong>of</strong>f. Water covers the top <strong>of</strong> the ice now. Now they’re<br />
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