Gloomy Council.—­Exploring Parties—­Discouraging Reports—­
     Disastrous Experiment.—­Detachments in Quest of Succor.—­
     Caches, How Made.—­Return of One of the Detachments—­
     Unsuccessful.—­Further Disappointments—­The Devil’s
     Scuttle-Hole

Mr. Hunt and his companions encamped upon the borders of the Caldron Linn, and held gloomy counsel as to their future course.  The recent wreck had dismayed even the voyageurs, and the fate of their popular comrade, Clappine, one of the most adroit and experienced of their fraternity, had struck sorrow to their hearts, for with all their levity, these thoughtless beings have great kindness towards each other.

The whole distance they had navigated since leaving Henry’s Fort was computed to be about three hundred and forty miles; strong apprehensions were now entertained that the tremendous impediments before them would oblige them to abandon their canoes.  It was determined to send exploring parties on each side of the river to ascertain whether it was possible to navigate it further.  Accordingly, on the following morning, three men were despatched along the south bank, while Mr. Hunt and three others proceeded along the north.  The two parties returned after a weary scramble among swamps, rocks, and precipices, and with very disheartening accounts.  For nearly forty miles that they had explored, the river foamed and roared along through a deep and narrow channel, from twenty to thirty yards wide, which it had worn, in the course of ages, through the heart of a barren, rocky country.  The precipices on each side were often two and three hundred feet high, sometimes perpendicular, and sometimes overhanging, so that it was impossible, excepting in one or two places, to get down to the margin of the stream.  This dreary strait was rendered the more dangerous by frequent rapids, and occasionally perpendicular falls from ten to forty feet in height; so that it seemed almost hopeless to attempt to pass the canoes down it.  The party, however, who had explored the south side of the river, had found a place, about six miles from the camp, where they thought it possible the canoes might be carried down the bank and launched upon the stream, and from whence they might make their way with the aid of occasional portages.  Four of the best canoes were accordingly selected for the experiment, and were transported to the place on the shoulders of sixteen of the men.  At the same time Mr. Reed, the clerk, and three men were detached to explore the river still further down than the previous scouting parties had been, and at the same time to look out for Indians, from whom provisions might be obtained, and a supply of horses, should it be found necessary to proceed by land.

The party who had been sent with the canoes returned on the following day, weary and dejected.  One of the canoes had been swept away with all the weapons and effects of four of the voyageurs, in attempting to pass it down a rapid by means of a line.  The other three had stuck fast among the rocks, so that it was impossible to move them; the men returned, therefore, in despair, and declared the river unnavigable.