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The raft, in the dark, sluggish waters, stirred beneath our feet. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #8)

I could see two other rafts, illuminated in the darkness, one some two hundred yards away, the other more than a pasang distant over the water. In places we could see the ceiling of the pit, only a few feet above our head, in others it was lost in the darkness, perhaps a hundred or more feet above us. I estimated our distance beneath the surface to be some four hundred feet. The raft, in the dark, sluggish waters, stirred beneath our feet. I flung the cone out from the raft, into the darkness, allowing the line to uncoil from my left hand, following the vanishing, sinking cone. I shared the raft with eight others, three, who handled cones as I, the "harvesters," four polemen and the steersman. Harvesters and polemen, periodically, exchange positions. - (Tribesmen of Gor)