inpoha,
"it fell right kerplunk off the knees of the gods!"

Sahwah, who was by far the best diver in camp, now performed a
series of spectacular dives, which she had been practising early
and late, including forward, backward, somersault, angel, sailor,
box-to-springboard, and springboard from the top of the tower.
Then she produced a hoop, which she made Hinpoha hold while she
dove through it, forward and backward, from the high springboard.
She ended her number with what she called the "Wohelo Dive," in
which she jumped from the dock to the low springboard, landing in
a sitting position, bounced up three times for Work, Health and
Love, and then turned a somersault into the water.

"Whew!" whistled Professor Bentley, "what a diver! She's a
regular Annette Kellerman!" This was repeated to Sahwah later,
to her great gratification.

After the diving was over the girls did a stunt which called for
a great deal of endurance. It was invented by Sahwah and called
a "Submarine Race." Sahwah, Hinpoha and Nakwisi, the three girls
who could swim under water, each tied a toy balloon around her
neck, and jumping from the dock on signal, swam beneath the
surface to see who could reach the shore without coming up for
air. The balloons of course stayed in the air and indicated the
progress of the swimmers. This stunt amused both the visitors
highly, and they grew quite excited over which one was going to
stay down the longest. "I bet on the red balloon," said
Professor Bentley, who knew that Sahwah was attached to it.

"The green one for mine," answered Professor Wheeler, who was
keeping his eye on Hinpoha.

"It was the weirdest thing," said Migwan afterward, "to see those
balloons go darting and wobbling back and forth!"

"And the weirdest feeling when you were attached to them," said
Sahwah, "I felt like the keel of a boat when the sails are full
of wind."

The second part of the program was a series of tableaux showing
events of American history. The first represented Washington
Crossing the Delaware. The sponson, a flat-bottomed canoe with
air tanks in the sides, came into view around the cliff propelled
by one paddler in the stern. In the bottom sat two devoted
patriots carrying hatchets. The great George stood in the bow,
in defiance of all canoe laws, with one foot up on the bow point,
his hand on his sword, his eyes on the distant shore. His hair
had turned bright red and he had taken on considerable fl