CHAPTER VII. 
FROM THE JUNCTION OF THE GEAND AND GREEN TO THE MOUTH OF THE LITTLE 
COLORADO. 
' July 18. The day is spent in obtaining the time, and spreading our 
rations, which, we find, are badly injured. The flour has been wet and 
dried so many times that it is all musty, and full of hard lumps. We make 
a sieve of mosquito netting, and run our flour through it, losing more than 
two hundred pounds by the process. Our losses, by the wrecking of the 
"No Name," and by various mishaps since, together with the amount thrown 
away to day, leave us little more than two months' supplies, and, to make 
them last thus long, we must be fortunate enough to lose no more. 
We drag our boats on shore, and turn them over to recalk and pitch 
them, and Sumner is engaged in repairing barometers. While we are here, 
for a day or two, resting, we propose to put everything in the best shape for 
a vigorous campaign. 
July 19. Bradley and I start this morning to climb the left wall below 
the junction. The way we have selected is up a gulch. Climbing for an 
hour over and among the rocks, we find ourselves in a vast amphitheater, 
and our way cut off. We clamber around to the left for half an hour, until 
we find that we cannot go up in that direction. Then we try the rocks 
around to the right, and discover a narrow shelf, nearly half a mile long. 
In some places, this is so wide that we pass along with ease ; in others, it is 
so narrow and sloping that we are compelled to lie down and crawl. We 
can look over the edge of the shelf, down eight hundred feet, and see the 
river rolling and plunging among the rocks. Looking up five hundred feet, 
to the brink of the cliff, it seems to blend with the sky. We continue along, 
until we come to a point where the wall is again broken down. Up we 
climb. On the right, there is a narrow, mural point of rocks, extending 
toward the river, two or three hundred feet high, and six < or eight hundred 
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