The night was passed, finally, and when the storm had spent itself, the survivors of the party succeeded in getting out of the canon and reaching a plateau, 2,500 feet above.  They then took a brief rest, but with that disregard for danger which is characteristic of the true American, they at once organized another expedition, and a few months later resumed the task so tragically interrupted and marred with such a sad fatality.

The trip through Glen Canon was like a pleasure trip on a smooth river in autumn, with beautiful wild flowers and ferns at every camp.  At Lee’s Ferry they ate their Christmas dinner, with the table decorated with wild flowers, picked that day.

On December 28th they started to traverse, once more, that portion of Marble Canon made tragic by the fatality of the summer before.  “On the next Tuesday,” writes Mr. Stanton, “we reached the spot where President Brown lost his life.  What a change in the waters!  What was then a roaring torrent, now, with the water some nine feet lower, seemed from the shore like the gentle ripple upon the quiet lake.  We found, however, in going through it with our boats, there was the same swift current, the same huge eddy, and between them the same whirlpool, with its ever-changing circles.  Marble Canon seemed destined to give us trouble.  On January 1st, our photographer, Mr. Nims, fell from a bench of the cliff, some twenty-two feet, on to the sand beach below, receiving a severe jar, and breaking one of his legs just above the ankle.  Having plenty of bandages and medicine, we made Nims as comfortable as possible till the next day, when we loaded one of the boats to make him a level bed, and constructing a stretcher of two oars and a piece of canvas, put him on board and floated down river a couple of miles—­running two small rapids—­to a side canon, which led out to the Lee’s Ferry road.”

The next day, after discovering a way out of the deep ravine, one of the party tramped thirty-five miles back to Lee’s Ferry, where a wagon was obtained for the injured surveyor.  Eight of the strongest men of the party then undertook the task of carrying the injured man a distance of four miles, and up a hill 1,700 feet high.  It is indicative of the extraordinary formation of the Grand Canon that the last half mile was an angle of 45 degrees, up a loose rock slide.  The stretcher had to be attached to ropes and gently lifted over perpendicular cliffs, from ten to twenty feet high.  The dangerous and tedious journey was at last accomplished, and the trip continued.

Finally the unexplored portion of the canon was reached.  For thirty miles down Marble Canon, to the Little Colorado River, the most beautiful scenery was encountered.  At Point Retreat, the solid marble walls stand perpendicularly 300 feet high from the river edge.  Behind these walls the sandstone lies in benches, and slopes to an aggregate height of 2,500 feet.  Above the narrow ravine of marble, the color is mostly rich