Picking our way along shore back to the head of the rapid, camp was made there as the darkness was falling and nothing more could be done that night.
[Illustration: Jones, Hillers, F.S.

Dellenbaugh Canyon of Lodore.
Photograph by E.O.Beaman, 1871.] It was next to impossible to converse, but every one being very tired it was not long after supper before we took to the blankets and not a man was kept awake by the noise.

It seemed only a few moments before it was time to go at it again.

All hands were up early and the other two boats were taken laboriously down in the same manner as the _Dean_ had been engineered, but though we toiled steadily it was one o'clock by the time we succeeded in placing them alongside that boat.

Anticipating this, Andy's utensils were taken down on the _Nell_, and while we were working with the _Canonita_, our good chef prepared the dinner and we stopped long enough to fortify ourselves with it.