96 EXPLORATION OF THE CANONS OF THE COLORADO. 
to the river ; but about eleven o'clock to day we discover an Indian garden, 
at the foot of the wall on the right, just where a little stream, with a narrow 
flood plain, comes down through a side canon. Along the valley, the Indians 
have planted corn, using the water which burst out in springs at the foot 
of the cliff, for irrigation. The corn is looking quite well, but is not suffi 
ciently advanced to give us roasting ears ; but there are some nice, green 
squashes. We carry ten or a dozen of these on board our boats, and 
hurriedly leave, not willing to be be caught in the robbery, yet excusing 
ourselves by pleading our great want. We run down a short distance, to 
where we feel certain no Indians can follow; and what a kettle of squash 
sauce we make! True, we have no salt with which to season it, but it 
makes a fine addition to our unleavened bread and coffee. Never was fruit 
so sweet as these stolen squashes. 
After dinner we push on again, making fine time, finding many rapids, 
but none so bad that we cannot run them with safety, and when we stop, 
just at dusk, and foot up our reckoning, we find we have run thirty five 
miles again. 
What a supper we make ; unleavened bread, green squash sauce, and 
strong coffee. We have been for a few days on half rations, but we have 
no stint of roast squash. 
A few days like this, and we are out of prison. 
August 27. This morning the river takes a more southerly direction. 
The dip of the rocks is to the north, and we are rapidly running into lower 
formations. Unless our course changes, we shall very soon run again into 
the granite. This gives us some anxiety. Now and then the river turns to 
the west, and excites hopes that are soon destroyed by another turn to the 
south. About nine o'clock we come to the dreaded rock. It is with no little 
misgiving that we see the river enter these black, hard walls. At its very 
entrance we have to make a portage ; then we have to let down with lines 
past some ugly rocks. Then we run a mile or two farther, and then the 
rapids below can be seen. 
About eleven o'clock we come to a place in the river where it seems 
much worse than any we have yet met in all its course. A little creek 
comes down from the left. We land first on the right, and clamber up over 
