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over, they went on. We had camped at the head of the Soap 
Creek Rapids, and this party at the foot. In the first rapid 
below, which was one of five that we easily ran before stopping 
for dinner. Brown’s boat was capsized. He and his oarsman, 
McDonald, were thrown out on opposite sides, McDonald into 
the current and Brown unfortunately into the eddy, where he 
was drawn under by one of the whirlpools numerous in this 
locality, and was never seen again. A half-minute later 
Marble Canyon, Lower Portion. 
Walls about 3500 feet. 
From photograph by J. K. Hillers, U. S. Colo. Riv. Exp. 
Stanton’s boat passed the spot, but all he saw was the lost 
leader’s note-book on the surface of the angry waters which 
had so suddenly swallowed up its owner. The whole day long 
the party sat sadly watching the place to see if the treacherous 
river would give up the dead, but darkness fell in the gorge, 
and the Colorado dashed along toward the sea as if no boat 
had ever touched its relentless tide. What was one man more 
or less to this great dragon’s maw! For three days after the 
others battled their way along without further disaster, and 
then came Sunday, when they rested. On Monday, while 
