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A Split Mountain 
number of the remaining men climbed to the top of the left- 
hand side of the ‘‘gate/’ an altitude of about three thousand 
feet above camp, and from there were able to see the Emma 
Dean for a long distance, working down through the rapids. 
The view from that altitude over the surrounding country and 
into the canyon was something wonderful to behold. A wild 
and ragged wilderness stretched out in all directions, while 
down in the canyon—more of a narrow valley than a canyon 
Split-Mountain Canyon. 
Looking down from top near entrance, 3000 feet. 
Photograph by E. O. Beaman, U. S. Colo. Riv. Exp. 
after the entrance was passed—the river swept along, marked, 
here and there, by bars of white we knew to be rapids. Crags 
and pinnacles shot up from every hand, and from this cir¬ 
cumstance it was at first uncertain whether to call the canyon 
Craggy or Split-Mountain. The latter was decided on, as the 
river has sawed in two a huge fold of the strata—a mountain 
split in twain. When we entered it with our boats to again 
descend, we had gone but a little distance before massive beds 
of solid rock came up straight out of the water on both sides 
