This delayed us an hour and a half.

Then saws and hammers were stowed away and the third rapid was run without a mishap.

It was only the low stage of water that caused the trouble.

A little farther on a fourth rapid was vanquished and we went into camp on the left bank in a cottonwood grove at the head of another.
"If the rocks, they don't sthop us," sang Jack, "We will cross to Killiloo, whacky-whay!" And there were plenty of rocks in the midst of foaming waters, but one great advantage of low water is the decreased velocity, and velocity on a river like this with so heavy and constant a fall is one of the chief factors to reckon with in navigation.
The high cliffs, two thousand feet, red and towering in the bright sun, became sombre and mysterious as the night shadows crept over them, the summits remaining bright from the last western rays when the river level was dim and uncertain.

There was plenty of driftwood, and our fires were always cheery and comfortable.