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The Colorado River 
Here a deer was brought in by one of the men, and, as they 
killed a mountain sheep farther up, they had not suffered for 
fresh meat. The entrance to the next canyon was very abrupt, 
and they were soon whirling along on a swift current. Though 
there were many rapids, landings were eas)^ and there was 
plenty of standing room everywhere, so that in two days they 
had the pleasure of pulling out of this Split Mountain Canyon 
into the Wonsits Valley, the longest opening in the whole line 
of canyons. Thus far, no Amerinds had been seen, not even 
signs of them, but here they found some tipi poles and the 
dead embers of a camp-fire, showing that other human beings 
besides themselves had traversed the lands now about them. 
Pushing ahead over the sluggish waters of the river in this val¬ 
ley, they were not long in arriving at the mouth of the Uinta 
River, where Powell and two others walked out to the Ute 
Agency, about forty miles distant up the Uinta. One of the 
crew of the wrecked No-Name, Frank Goodman, here decided 
that he had seen all the canyons his education required and 
took his departure. This was not unwelcome to Powell, for 
the boats were still heavily loaded and the three men who 
had composed the crew of the wrecked boat were no longer 
actually required. Starting again, they arrived, not far be¬ 
low the mouth of the Uinta, at an island where a small crop 
had been planted by a “squaw-man,” ^ who had visited Pow¬ 
ell’s camp the previous winter. On that occasion he had dis¬ 
closed his intention of tilling this place and invited Powell to 
help himself when he passed there in his boats. The man was 
not at the farm, and nothing was ripe, but Hall suggested that 
potato-tops make good “greens.” A quantity was therefore 
secured, and, at the noon stop, cooked and eaten, with the 
obvious result that all were violently sick. Luckily, the sick¬ 
ness was brief, and they were able to proceed by the middle of 
the afternoon. Often, the longing, by men living on bacon 
and beans, for something fresh in the vegetable line, leads to 
foolish experiments. 
This Wonsits Valley soon came to an end and once more 
the rocks closed in, forming a canyon lacking the vegetation 
* A white man married to a squaw, and living with the tribe. 
