There were box-elder and cottonwood trees here and there, and cedars up the cliffs wherever they could find a footing.

On the heights tall pine trees could be seen.

The cliff just opposite camp was almost vertical from the rapid at its foot to the brink 2500 feet above, and flame red.
After supper as we all sat in admiration and peering with some awe at the narrow belt of sky, narrower than we had before seen it, the stars slowly came out, and presently on the exact edge of the magnificent precipice, set there like a diadem, appeared the Constellation of the Harp.

It was an impressive sight, and immediately the name was bestowed "The Cliff of the Harp."[8] Prof.read _Marmion_ aloud, and Jack gave us a song or two, before we went to sleep feeling well satisfied with our progress into the heart of Lodore.
This portion of the river has a very great declivity, the greatest as we afterwards determined on the entire Green and Colorado with the exception of a section of Cataract and a part of the First Granite Gorge of the Grand Canyon, where the declivity is much the same, with Cataract Canyon in the lead.

A quarter-mile above our camp a fine little stream, Cascade Creek, came in on the right.