PHOTOGRAPHING IN THE CANON. 69 
_ The stream had to be crossed over and over again—often 
at every hundred yards; and it was curious to see how active 
the little axe-men of nature, the beavers, had been, for many 
_a wetting was saved by our men on foot being able to cross 
over the large trees which, having been felled by these little 
fellows, had fallen athwart the stream. Nor were beavers the 
only inhabitants. Deer came down to drink at the brook, 
but by what paths remained a mystery to us; quails and 
doves were very abundant in places ; and birds with beautiful 
_plumage—some bright red, others rich blue, and a third 
variety, a black and white kingfisher with a bright red crest 
_—especially attracted our notice. 
I was photographing with a companion one afternoon in the 
cafion, about half a mile in the rear of the surveyors, when 
# suddenly a succession of shots ahead made us start up from 
our work. The gloomy grandeur of such a place was not 
good for the nerves ; and we feared terribly an Indian attack, 
where the advantages of position were so much against us. 
' Leaving the camera, black tent, and the rest to take care of 
th emselves, we hastened towards the front. A horse, minus 
i is rider, dashed rapidly past, which did not increase our confi- 
dence. On arriving, however, at the scene of action, we were 
not a little relieved on finding that a fine flock of turkeys had 
so tempted the foremost of our party, that, forgetful of the 
arm they would cause, they had seized their rifles and fired 
them. The explosion caused by even a single shot in 
ch a chasm sounded like the report of a dozen cannon, so 
eat was the reverberation, and so many the echoes which 
llowed it. 
About seven and a half miles from the entrance, the cation 
becomes so narrow that it appears only as a cleft between the 
uge perpendicular walls which tower above us: there is no 
