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The Colorado River 
grown up, but with the completion of the road through this 
region, the terminus had moved on, and now all that was to 
be seen of those golden days was a group of adobe walls, roof¬ 
less and forlorn. The present ‘ ‘ city” consisted of about thirteen 
houses, and some of these were of such complex construction 
that one hesitates whether to describe them as houses with can¬ 
vas roofs, or tents with board sides. The population consisted 
of a few whites, a number of Chinese railway labourers, an occa¬ 
sional straggling miner, native, or cattleman, and last but not 
least, at the small railway-station eating-house, honoured by 
the patronage of emigrant-trains, his highness Ah Chug, the 
Ruins of Green River Terminus 
Photograph by E O Beaman. U S Colo Riv Exp 
cook, whose dried-apple pies, at twenty-five cents apiece, I 
have never ceased to enjoy, for they were the ladder by which 
I was able to descend from a home table to the camp fare of 
bacon and beans. I then despised these ruder viands, but now 
I desire to pay my tribute to them by saying that as a basis 
for campaigning they are the very best. In hot weather you 
eat more beans and less bacon, and when the weather is cold 
your diet is easily arranged in the reverse order. 
The boats were speedily launched upon the swift current at 
the bridge and steered down to a little cove on the left, a few 
hundred yards below, where they were hauled out on a beach 
