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Yes, he'd just gone over those roaring falls, at Great Falls on the Potomac River—with a flail and flash of paddles and a brief, breath-catching disappearance into the maelstrom.

Then he emerged, the applause of small crowds on both sides of the Potomac pale echoes of the thunder of the water behind him.

Here he is, then, cool as a cucumber, putting in a couple of lazy slow-pose strokes, to say, "Eh, no big."

I did notice that he took plenty of time scoping out the best route down when he was above the falls. He may play cool, but his mamma didn't raise no fool, neither.

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