a stream different from the Green River, we found, and the Defiance was taken from the water the next day and slowly worked, one end at a time, over the rocks, up to a level sand-bank, twenty-five or thirty feet above the river.  Then we put rollers under her, and worked her down past the rapid.  This work was little to our liking, for the boats, now pretty well water-soaked, weighed considerably more than their original five hundred pounds’ weight.

A few successful plunges soon brought back our former confidence, and we continued to run all other rapids that presented themselves.  This afternoon we passed the first rapid we remembered having seen, where we could not land at its head before running it.  A slightly higher stage of water, however, would have made many such rapids.  Just below this point we found the body of a bighorn mountain-sheep floating in an eddy.  It was impossible to tell just how he came to his death.  There was no sign of any great fall that we could see.  He had a splendid pair of horns, which we would have liked to have had at home, but which we did not care to amputate and carry with us.

On this day’s travel, we passed a number of places where the marble—­which had suggested this canyon’s name to Major Powell—­appeared.  The exposed parts were checked, or seamed, and apparently would have little commercial value.  We passed a shallow cave or two this day, then found another cave or hole, running back about fifteen feet in the wall, so suitable for a camp that we could not refuse the temptation to stop, although we had made but a very short run this day.  The high water had entered it, depositing successive layers of sand on the bottom, rising in steps, one above the other, making convenient shelves for maps and journals, pots and pans; while little shovelling was necessary to make the lower level of sand fit our sleeping bags.  A number of small springs, bubbling from the walls near by, gave us the first clear water that we had found for some time, and a pile of driftwood caught in the rocks, directly in front of our cave, added to its desirability for a camp.  Firewood was beginning to be the first consideration in choosing a camp, for in many places the high water had swept the shores clean, and spots which might otherwise have made splendid camps were rendered most undesirable for this reason.

So Camp Number 47 was made in this little cave, with a violent rapid directly beneath us, making a din that might be anything but reassuring, were we not pretty well accustomed to it by this time.  The next day, Sunday, November the 12th, was passed in the same spot.  The air turned decidedly cold this day, a hard wind swept up the river, the sky above was overcast, and we had little doubt that snow was falling on the Kaibab Plateau, which we could not see, but which we knew rose to the height of 5500 feet above us, but a few miles to the northwest of this camp.  The sheer walls directly above the