38 EXPLORATION OF THE CANONS OF THE COLORADO. 
An hour or two before sunset, I cross to the mainland, and climb a 
point of rocks where I can overlook the park and its surroundings. On the 
east it is bounded by a high mountain ridge. A semicircle of naked hills 
bounds it on the north, west, and south. The broad, deep river meanders 
through the park, interrupted by many wooded islands ; so I name it Island 
Park, and decide to call the canon above Whirlpool Canon. 
June 23. We remain in camp to-day to repair our boats, which have 
had hard knocks, and are leaking. Two of the men go out with the barom 
eter to climb the cliff at the foot of Whirlpool Canon and measure the walls; 
another goes on the mountain to hunt; and Bradley and I spend the day 
among the rocks, studying an interesting geological fold and collectingfossils. 
Late in the afternoon, the hunter returns, and brings with him a fine, fat 
deer, so we give his name to the mountain Mount Hawkins. Just before 
night we move camp to the lower end of the park, floating down the river 
about four miles 
June 24. Bradley and I start early to climb the mountain ridge to 
the east; find its summit to be nearly three thousand feet above camp, and 
it has required some labor to scale it ; but on its top, what a view ! There 
is a long spur running out from the Uinta Mountains toward the south, and 
the river runs lengthwise through it. Coming down Lodore and Whirlpool 
Canons, we cut through the southern slope of the Uinta Mountains ; and the 
lower end of this latter canon runs into the spur, but, instead of splitting it 
the whole length, the river wheels to the right at the foot of Whirlpool 
Gallon, in a great curve to the northwest, through Island Park. At the lower 
end of the park, the river turns again to the southeast, and cuts into the 
mountain to its center, and then makes a detour to the southwest, splitting 
the mountain ridge for a distance of six miles nearly to its foot, and then 
turns out of it to the left. All this we can see where we stand on the 
summit of Mount Hawkins, and so we name the gorge below Split Mount 
ain Canon. 
We are standing three thousand feet above its waters, which are 
troubled with billows, and white with foam. Its walls are set with crags 
and peaks, and buttressed towers, and overhanging domes. Turning to the 
right, the park is below us, with its island groves reflected by the deep, quiet 
