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The Colorado River 
It was a close shave. The Cano 7 iita^ forewarned, was able to let 
down to this place, from whence we made a portage to the bot¬ 
tom the next morning. When once started again, we found our¬ 
selves in a very narrow gorge, where for four or five miles it was 
impossible to stop on account of the swift current which swept 
the boats along like chaff before a gale, swinging them from 
The Grand Canyon, Looking down from Mouth of Kanab Canyon in Winter, 
Photograph by E. O. Beaman. 
one side to the other, and often turning them round and round 
in the large whirlpools despite every effort we made to prevent 
this performance. In fact, we had no control of the craft in 
this distance, and it was fortunate that there was nothing 
worse to be here encountered. The Avhirlpools were the most 
perfect specimens I ever saw. Usually they were about twenty 
