

SEPT. 7, 1907.] 
FOREST AND STREAM. 395 

When the sun was getting low I found I was 
opposite the delta of the Bill Williams River, 
but could not see any water, except a stream 
three feet wide and a couple of inches deep. 
That was about on a par with the Colorado, 
but from the driftwood and the way the banks 
were washed, it was evident there were times 
when it was a river of no mean proportions. 
Here the Colorado River entered a black 
cafion, and the mountains on each side were 
very high. I knew it would be very dark in 
a few minutes, and the question was, must I 
try the cafon or camp. If I could make it at 
all I surely could do so in an hour, and if I 
lodged on a sandbar I would not be as bad off. 
Neither the Indians nor the white men would 
think of running the river after dark, but I 
had found it so tame, when compared with our 
swift waters of the North, that I said, ‘Here 
goes,’ and as if to clinch the resolution, the 
coyotes on the bank set up one of their sere- 
nades, and for a few minutes they sounded as 
if there was about twenty, when there might 
have been two. 
I could not see any distance ahead, and my 
neck was tired turning around and looking back- 
ward, so I turned the boat around and backed 
it through, and sometimes would nearly strike 
the bank before I could see where I was going. 
I went slowly, but it did not seem long before 
I could see the mountains were bearing away. 
I called as loud as I could, but got no response; 
tried again. As the echo died away I heard some- 
one say, “John, I hear someone hollering on 
the river.” I called, ‘Tell John to bring a light 
so that I can see where to land.” It proved 
to be John’s sister, Mrs. Gier. John had been 
home a short time, but although he was ex- 
pecting me, he had begun to think I was not 
coming. When he heard me, however, he knew 
who it was, came with a light, and was glad 
to see me, as I was to see him and get out of 
camping where I did not want to and sleeping 
in damp blankets. 
Mrs. Gier, after John had introduced us and 
told her I had come to look over his mines, pre- 
pared a good hot supper, and after taiking for 
awhile John and I went to bed in the big tent 
in a good bed that was dry. 
Mrs. Gier told me she had lived there for 
thirteen years, and it was the first time she had 
known anyone to be on the river after dark, 
and when I explained to her about being run 
out by the water she laughed very heartily and 
said I would soon learn that in Arizona I would 
have to be careful about camping near an arroya. 
They were both much surprised -when I told 
them I had left the Needles about noon Friday. 
They said it was the best time any one had 
made in low water. 
Next morning we went up to some mines 
owned by Mrs. Gier. They were tine looking 
prospects and there was lots of good looking 
ore in sight. We spent all day up in the hills, 
then returned to the house, intending to put in 
the next day on the property I had come to see. 
After supper John and I went out to see if we 
could find some quail, as I had never seen any 
of the California quail. I took his shotgun and 
we flushed a covey at which I fired and missed. 
That pleased John, who said, “You are good 
with a rifle, but the birds are too quick for you 
with a shotgun.” I tried again, and that time 
one flew in the way and I scored. I tried sev- 
eral shots, and when we got back I had four 
birds at seven shots. 
On the following day we went over their prop- 
erty, and I found it better than they had repre- 
sented. It adjoined a company’s property that had 
done some work, and the ledge cropped out for 
4,000 feet, and in some places where the side 
of the mountain had eroded away it stuck up 
at least ten feet and showed up fine. I took 
about twenty-five pounds of samples from this 
side, and about the same from the other, then 
we returned, and I put in the time getting ready 
for an early start for home, intending to go via 
Yuma, which was said to be 225 miles away, 
and the river was said to be worse than the 
part I.had come over; but I had heard so much 
about the river that I did not care how bad it 
got, for I was certain I could make the trip 
down much easier than I possibly could make 




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