Vol. XXVI, No. 2 



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August, 1914 



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EXPERIENCES IN THE GRAND CANYON 



By Ellsworth and Emery Kolb 



Por twelve years the authors of this article, Messrs. BUszvorth and Emery 

 Kolb, have lived at the head of the Bright Angel trail, in the Grand Canyon of 

 Arizona. From this headquarters they have penetrated to practically all parts of 

 the Grand Canyon and of its less-knozvn tributary canyons. Ahvays they have 

 taken their cameras zuith them, for their primary object has been to obtain a com- 

 plete photographic record of the unequaled scenic zvonders of the Southzvest for 

 the enjoyment and instruction of the millions of Americans zvho are unable to 

 visit them. The first part of this article describe^ a trip to zvhat is considered 

 the most beautifid of the tributary canyons, the Cataract Creek Canyon; the 

 second part a hard journey to the canyon of the Little Colorado, and the third 

 part their "big trip," as Messrs. Kolb call it, a duplication of Major Pozvell's 

 famous journey dozvn the Green and Colorado rivers. To accomplish this feat 

 they passed through seventeen tazyons, zvith a total descent on the river of 6,000 

 feet. The marvelous photographs published with this article give a graphic 

 conception of the dangers encountered and of the extraordinary character and 

 grandeur of this most stupendous chasm. 



A JOURNEY TO CATARACT CREEK 

 CANYON 



OURS was no triumphal entry as 

 we toiled our weary way through 

 the little village of Havasupai 

 Indians, in the bottom of Havasu, or 

 Cataract Canyon, 50 miles west of the 

 Bright Angel trail, in the Grand Canyon, 

 one of us astride a mule as weary as our- 

 selves, the other walking, while one of 

 our two pack-burros, with his precious 

 load of cameras and dry plates, stam- 

 peded down the road, trying to shake off 

 some yelping curs that were following at 

 his heels. The other burro, meanwhile, 

 was standing his ground and was circling 



after his particular opponents, striking 

 at them with his fore feet with all the 

 celerity of a boxer. 



Many of the 200 natives were amusedly 

 watching the performance. They espe- 

 cially enjoyed our own efforts to appear 

 unconcerned and yet keep our eye on the 

 pack of vicious dogs that had rushed 

 upon us so suddenly. Some young bucks, 

 frequent visitors to the Grand Canyon, 

 grinned and nudged each other when we 

 were almost dismounted by a sudden 

 spasm on the part of the mule, as a dog 

 finally laid hold of his heel. The dog flat- 

 tened himself out on his belly as the mule's 

 feet twinkled harmlessly over his head. 



Then "Captain Burro" came out with 

 a club and stones and drove the dogs to 



