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sion a man staggered into his door and 

 fell to the floor. He said his companion 

 was drowned, and that he had eaten 

 nothing for a week but a horned toad 

 and a lizard. Whether this was true or 

 not, he was in a critical condition, and it 

 was some time before he was able to go 

 out across the mountains. Hite promised 

 to advise us if Smith ever reached there 

 alive. 



The quiet waters of Glen Canyon were 

 quite a rest after the torrents above. We 

 found here many evidences of ancient 

 Indians, who had reached the river 

 through the side canyons. We found 

 several ruined cliff dwellings, Avith broken 

 pottery and arrow heads scattered about. 

 There were strange pictographs of 

 masked figures and of deer and moun- 

 tain sheep on the walls (see page 158)- 



Glen Canyon was filled with many 

 curious rock formations, including arches 

 and caves. It is in this vicinity that the 

 natural bridges of southern Utah are 

 found. 



It is not far from this point that Rain- 

 bow Natural Bridge was recently dis- 

 covered. We thought we knew where it 

 was and searched long and earnestly for 

 the side canyon, but we had passed it be- 

 fore starting to look for it. It was a 

 great disappointment, for we had been 

 told it was only six miles from the river. 

 We consoled ourselves with the thought 

 that we would make the journey over- 

 land at some later day to reach it. 



PATHFINDERS 



In the middle of Glen Canyon we 

 came to an old ford, known as the Cross- 

 ing of the Fathers. Early in the fif- 

 teenth centry Spanish priests had taken 

 the Indian trails leading to this ford and 

 had crossed over into Utah. Thus this 

 section was visited before the English 

 settled on the James River ; yet how 

 much does the American public know 

 about it today? 



While climbing out here we heard 

 some hammering and blasting, but we 

 traveled 15 miles down the river before 

 we discovered what had caused it. We 

 saw the strange sight of a half-built 

 steamboat in the mouth of a little side 

 canyon, with cliff's rising six or seven 



hundred feet above it. Between 15 and 

 20 men were at work putting it together. 

 This boat was to be used to carry coal 

 and driftwood to a placer dredge work- 

 ing at the head of Marble Canyon, 20 

 miles farther down the river. 



We reached the dredge that evening. 

 This was at Eee's Ferry. Thirty-odd 

 men were at work here, 120 miles from 

 the nearest railroad. They shook their 

 heads and told us of the great boulder- 

 filled rapids in Marble Canyon, which 

 they had seen from the cliffs above. 



''get the picture first" 



We had traveled less than one day be- 

 low this place when we came to the 

 famous Soap Creek Rapid (see page 

 159). It was just below this rapid that 

 Mr. Brown had lost his life. My brother 

 wanted to run Soap Creek Rapid, and 

 suggested that I should make a motion 

 picture as he came down, keeping a rope 

 and life-preserver close at hand, so that 

 I could run to the end of the rapid in 

 case of an upset. His last instructions 

 were : "If we upset, get the picture first." 



I confess that I was shaking at the 

 knees as he went back to prepare for the 

 plunge. The rapid was a third of a mile 

 long. I had set up the camera about 50 

 yards below the first dip. It seemed a 

 long time before he came in sight above 

 the rapid ; but when once in its grip it 

 was not more than a second or two be- 

 fore he was opposite me, pulling with 

 every ounce of strength to avoid the one 

 rock that blocked his passage. 



For a moment it seemed that he would 

 gain his goal ; then the Defiance was 

 lifted suddenly by an unexpected wave ; 

 she touched the rock for an instant and 

 turned on her edge, then broke loose and 

 turned upright again. The entire upset 

 had occupied less than two seconds. 



I lost sight of my brother when the 

 boat went over, but felt reassured on 

 seeing him hanging to the gunwale and 

 climbing in again as the boat righted her- 

 self. He scrambled for the oars, and 

 brought her around just in time to avoid 

 being taken into a cresting wave. The 

 filled boat had lost her buoyancy and 

 struggled through the foaming water. 

 Time and again she disappeared from 



