“Pooh! Pooh! It didn’t amount to such a lot. There were the four of us, and we were looking for a little trouble with the riverbed. Jack Hughes yells for bags, and as the boys pass them up I grabs them and puts them at the hole when I was drawed into the flow and shot out at the other end. Then all the sudden I strikes water and opens my eyes. I was flying through the air, and before I comes down I had a fine view of the city.”
Creedon had another experience with pressurized air sending him through the mud, when he broke the barrier between the two working ends of the dig. Read the stories of Dick Creedon and other “geyser riders” at Curious Expeditions. Link