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where we found, to our surprise, a well built trail. We 

 followed this down to the head of the main Deadman 

 Canon, the more easterly of the two nearly parallel 

 branches of Roaring River. Here we found the ruins of 

 a mining camp. It would be difficult to describe all the 

 beautiful features of our trip that day as we hurried 

 down the canon, between sculptured walls, following the 

 foaming river. The succession of flower gardens, groves 

 and meadows that we passed through was bewildering 

 in its beauty and variety. I shall always recall the spot 

 where we rested at noon. Up the canon, Whaleback 

 formed a perfect pyramid in the center distance, with 

 snow-capped peaks in the background. We had thrown 

 ourselves on the long velvety grass of a wonderful 

 meadow and the stream here had widened out almost to 

 a tranquil lake. Half a dozen partly grown wild duck- 

 lings, probably Golden Eye (Clangula clangula Ameri- 

 cana), came working their way up stream close to the 

 grassy bank within a few feet of us, and their cheery 

 notes as they talked to one another indicated that they 

 were utterly unconscious of our presence. 



We continued on down the cafion and soon met the 

 advance guard of the bands of cattle which are driven 

 into the Roaring River region every season. Flower 

 gardens were trampled and the odor of cattle was 

 everywhere, even the water becoming unpleasant to the 

 taste. We were glad to leave the canon, which we did 

 a short distance below the mouth of Brewer Creek and 

 climbing up the easterly wall we crossed Moraine 

 Meadows and found ourselves in untouched wild gardens 

 again. Climbing to the saddle between Avalanche Peak 

 and Sphinx Crest we dropped down the steep cafion of 

 Avalanche Creek, and began to cut across diagonally just 

 above the steep cliffs of the Kings River Canon, intend- 

 ing to reach the head of the rocky chute which leads 

 down to the cafion floor just to the East of the Grand 

 Sentinel. But darkness overtook us and fearing that we 

 might mistake the right gully and be led to the brink of 



