I round the point above the old India warehouses, I catch sight of the topmasts of two old luggers anchored in midstream, their long red pennants flattened against the gray sky.
"The Other Fellow"
F. Hopkinson Smith
The tide had carried Olive Treadwell out into midstream-it was sink or swim now!
"A Son of the Hills"
Harriet T. Comstock
With a few rapid strokes they were in midstream and paddling up the river with powerful strokes while Sikaso raged impotently on the shore.
"The Boy Aviators in Africa"
Captain Wilbur Lawton