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and find Summer and Dunn clinging to her. As soon as we reach quiet 
water, we all swim to one side and turn her over. In doing this, Dunn 
loses his hold -and goes under; when he comes up, he is caught by Smnner 
and pulled to the boat. In the mean time we have drifted down stream 
some distance, and see another rapid below. How bad it may be we can 
not tell, so we swim toward shore, pulling our boat with us, with all the 
vigor possible, but are carried down much faster than distance toward shore 
is gained. At last we reach a huge pile of drift wood. Our rolls of blank 
ets, two guns, and a barometer were in the open compartment of the boat, 
and, when it went over, these were thrown out. The guns and barometer 
are lost, but I succeeded in catching one of the rolls of blankets, as it drifted 
by, when we were swimming to shore; the other two are lost, and some 
times hereafter we may sleep cold. 
A huge fire is built on the bank, our clothing is spread to dry, and then 
from the drift logs we select one from which we think oars can be made, and 
the remainder of the day is spent in sawing them out. 
July 12. This morning, the new oars are finished, and we start once 
more. We pass several bad rapids, making a short portage at one, and 
before noon we come to a long, bad fall, where the channel is filled with 
rocks on the left, turning the waters to the right, where they pass under an 
overhanging rock. On examination, we determine to run it, keeping as 
close to the left hand rocks as safety will permit, in order to avoid the over 
hanging cliff. The little boat runs over all right; another follows, but the 
men are not able to keep her near enough to the left bank, and she is car 
ried, by a swift chute, into great waves to the right, where she is tossed 
about, and Bradley is knocked over the side, but his foot catching under the 
seat, he is dragged along in the water, with his head down; making great 
exertion, he seizes the gunwale with his left hand, and can lift his head above 
water now and then. To us who are below, it seems impossible to keep the 
boat from going under the overhanging cliff; but Powell, for the moment, 
heedless of Bradley's mishap, pulls with all his power for half a dozen 
strokes, when the danger is past; then he seizes Bradley, and pulls him in. 
The men in the boat above, seeing this, land, and she is let down by lines. 
Just here we emerge from the Canon of Desolation, as we have named 
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