For three days I continued the voyage through canyons and during the entire time the only signs of human life I saw was an occasional glimpse of people far up in the mountains, passing along, but too distant to attract their attention.

My progress was slow owing to the long stretches of dead water I would strike, it was silent and lonely.

The wild black ducks I would scare up were the only signs of life on the river.

All the sleep I took was during daylight.

I would haul up on some dry rock near the shore and in a moment be buried in profound slumber.