GREEN RIVER BAD-LANDS. 9 
pack a part of the scientific instruments, three guns, and three small bundles 
of clothing only. In this, I proceed in advance, to explore the channel. 
J. C. Surnner and William H. Dunn are my boatmen in the "Emma 
Dean;" then follows "Kitty Clyde's Sister," manned by W. H. Powell 
and G. Y. Bradley ; next, the "No^Iame," with 0. G. Rowland, Seneca How- 
land, and Frank Goodman ; and last comes the " Maid of the Canon," with 
W. R. Hawkins and Andrew Hall. 
Our boats are heavily loaded, and only with the utmost care is it possi 
ble to float in the rough river without shipping water. 
A mile or two below town, we run on a sand-bar. The men jump into 
the stream, and thus lighten the vessels, so that they drift over; and on we go. 
In trying to avoid a rock, an oar is broken on one of the boats, and, thus 
crippled, she strikes. The current is swift, and she is sent reeling and rock 
ing into the eddy. In the confusion, two others are lost overboard and the 
men seem quite discomfited, much to the amusement of the other members 
of the party. 
Catching the oars and starting again, the boats are once more borne 
down the stream ufltil we land at a small cottonwood grove on the bank, 
and camp for noon. 
During the afternoon, we run down to a point where the river sweeps 
the foot of an overhanging cliff, and here we camp for the night. The sun 
is yet two hours high, so I climb the cliffs, and walk back among the 
strangely carved rocks of the Green River bad-lands. These are sandstones 
and shales, gray and buff, red and brown, blue and black strata in many 
alternations, lying nearly horizontal, and almost without soil and vegetation. 
They are very friable, and the rain and streams have carved them into quaint 
shapes. Barren desolation is stretched before me ; and yet there is a beauty 
in the scene. The fantastic carving, imitating architectural forms, and sug 
gesting rude but weird statuary, with the bright and varied colors of the 
rocks, conspire to make a scene such as the dweller in verdure-clad hills can 
scarcely appreciate. 
Standing on a high point, I can look off in every direction over a vast 
landscape, with salient rocks and cliffs glittering in the evening sun. Dark 
shadows are settling in the valleys and gulches, and the heights are made 
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