In the afternoon Prof.entertained us by reading aloud from Scott and so the day passed and night fell.

Then the beavers became more active and worked and splashed around camp incessantly.

They kept it up all through the dark hours as is their habit, but only Steward was disturbed by it.

This would have been an excellent opportunity to learn something about their ways, but for my part I did not then even think of it.
By 7.30 in the morning of August 7th we were again on our way towards the depths ahead, between walls of rapidly increasing altitude showing that we were cutting into some great rock structure.

Here and there we came to shoals that compelled us to get overboard and wade alongside lifting the boats at times.