54 EXPLORATION OF THE CAStONS OF THE COLORADO. 
describe almost the figure 8. The men call it a bow-knot of river; so .we 
name it Bow-knot Bend. The line of the figure is fourteen miles in length. 
There is an exquisite charm in our ride to-day down this beautiful 
canon. It gradually grows deeper with every mile of travel; the walls are 
symmetrically curved, and grandly arched; of a beautiful color, and reflected 
in the quiet waters in many places, so as to almost deceive the eye, and sug 
gest the thought, to the beholder, that he is looking into profound depths. 
We are all in fine spirits, feel very gay, and the badinage of the men is 
echoed from wall to wall. Now and then we whistle, or shout, or discharge 
a pistol, to listen to the reverberations among the cliffs. 
At night we camp on the south side of the great Bow-knot, and, as we 
eat our supper, which is spread on the beach, we name this Labyrinth Canon. 
July 16. Still we go down, on our winding way. We pass tower cliffs, 
then we find the river widens out for several miles, and meadows are seen 
on either side, between the river and the walls. We name this expansion of 
the river Tower Park. 
At two o'clock we emerge from Labyrinth Canon, and go into camp. 
July 1 7. The line which separates Labyrinth Canon from the one below 
is but a line, and at once, this morning, we enter another canon. The water 
fills the entire channel, so that nowhere is there room to land. The walls 
are low, but vertical, and, as we proceed, they gradually increase in altitude. 
Running a couple of miles, the river changes its course many degrees, 
toward the east. Just here, a little stream comes in on the right, and the 
wall is broken down ; so we land, and go out to take a view of the surround 
ing country. We are now down among the buttes, and in a region, the 
surface of which is naked, solid rock a beautiful red sandstone, forming a 
smooth, undulating pavement. The Indians call this the u Toom'-pin Tu- 
weap' " or "Rock Land," and sometimes the " Toom'-pin wu-near' Tu-weap' ?' 
pr "Land of Standing Rock." 
Off to the south we see a butte, in the form of a fallen cross. It is 
Several miles away, still it presents no inconspicuous figure on the landscape, 
jand must be many hundreds of feet high, probably more than two thou 
sand. We note its position on our map, and name it "The Butte of the Cross." 
We continue our journey. In many places the walls, which rise from 
