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"_Saturday, September 16_. Clear and cold in the early
morning. Started about 9 A.M. Lined our boats past a
difficult rapid. Too many rocks, not enough water. Two or
three miles below this I had some difficulty in a rapid, as
the pin of a rowlock lifted out of the socket when in the
middle of rough water. Emery snapped a picture just as it
happened. A little later E.C.[2] ran a rocky rapid, but had
so much trouble that we concluded to line my boat. Noon.
Just a cold lunch, but with hot coffee from the vacuum
bottles. Then at it again."
"The scenery is wonderful; the canyon is deeper than above;
the river is swift and has a decided drop. We proceed
cautiously, and make slow progress. We camp for the day on
the north side close to a little, dry gully, on a level sage
and bunch-grass covered bottom back from the river's edge.
An abruptly descending canyon banked with small cottonwood
trees coming in from the opposite side contains a small
stream. Put up our tent for the second time since leaving
Green River, Wyoming. We are all weary, and glad to-morrow
is Sunday--a day of rest."
"_Sunday, September 17._ E.C. and I follow a fresh deer
track up a game trail and get--a rabbit. Climb out about
1300 feet above the river to the top of the narrow canyon.
Here is a sloping plateau, dotted with bunch-grass and
grease-wood, a fourth of a mile wide.
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