Another came right after it, shallow and bad, and then one more where the channel was beset with innumerable boulders hidden under the surface.

Happily the boats were not seriously damaged, they needed no repairs, and we kept on to the next barrier which proved to be not runable with any prospect of getting through whole so we made a portage.

Then there was a rapid we ran easily, but as if to revenge itself for making one gentle for us, the river obliged us to work a laborious passage at the next two.

We had good hard work, lowering by lines, wading alongside where necessary to ease the boats, or clinging to their sides where the water was deep, while the men on shore at the hawser's end lowered away to a shallow place.

We were glad to halt at 11.30 for dinner, and a short rest.
There was a heavy rapid beside us as we ate, and Steward named it Chandler Falls.