It tasted something like beef, but we were not enthusiastic for I fear this beaver belonged to the same geological epoch as the goose we had cooked at the upper end of the valley.

Fortified by the beaver steak we pushed off and ran about a mile on a smooth river when a stop was made for pictures and geologising.

This consumed the whole morning, a fact Andy took advantage of to make some beaver soup for dinner.

This concoction was voted not a success and we turned to bacon and beans as preferable thereafter.
Opposite this dinner place was a rough lateral canyon full of turrets and minarets which had the remarkable property of twice distinctly repeating a shout as loud as the original, and multiplying a rifle shot to peals of thunder.

There had been people here before any white men, for Steward found an artificial wall across an indentation of the cliff, the first work of the ancient builders we had encountered.