This over we had our noon ration of bread, bacon, and coffee and took a fresh start by running a nice, clear rapid and then another a half-mile below, and we thought we were getting on well when we saw ahead a fall of some ten feet in fourteen rods, turbulent and fierce.

The only prudent thing for this rapid was a let-down and we went at it at once.

It was the usual pulling, hauling, fending, and pushing, but we got through with it after a while and naming it at the suggestion of some one, Melvin Falls, we went on to the eighth and last rapid for the day.

This was half a mile long and very rocky, but it was thought we could run it and all went through safely except the _Nell_ which caught her keel on a rock and hung for a moment, then cleared and finished with no damage.

We made Camp 42 on a sand-hill.