. In & around the Grand Canyon; the Grand Canyon of the Colorado River in Arizona . nately, was limited, so it is of but a smallportion of the Shinumo I can write from personalknowledge. Leaving Bass Camp, the trail is taken to BedRock Camp, and from there a side trail leads to theriver crossing. Here was a rude boat, roughlymade of rougher lumber, and the seams everywhereopen, in cracks one-eighth of an inch in only calking materials we had were pieces ofcotton clothes-line, and with these the rude puntwas made a litUe less leaky. After a few hourssoaking Dad and I ventured. The
. In & around the Grand Canyon; the Grand Canyon of the Colorado River in Arizona . nately, was limited, so it is of but a smallportion of the Shinumo I can write from personalknowledge. Leaving Bass Camp, the trail is taken to BedRock Camp, and from there a side trail leads to theriver crossing. Here was a rude boat, roughlymade of rougher lumber, and the seams everywhereopen, in cracks one-eighth of an inch in only calking materials we had were pieces ofcotton clothes-line, and with these the rude puntwas made a litUe less leaky. After a few hourssoaking Dad and I ventured. The roar of the near-by rapids below, and the swift flowing of the cur-rent, nerved my arms to their best endeavor as Ipulled steadily at the oars. We made the tripacross with comparative ease. After unloading the THE GRAND CANYON 199 bedding, provisions, tools, camera, etc., we towedthe boat up to a point considerably higher than thelanding place on the south side, where our two com-panions awaited the return of the boat with interest,not unmixed with anxiety. But by this time the. Crossing thk Colorado River to the Shinumo. punt held over a foot of water, and this had to bebaled out. At last we were ready. A squall w^asthreatening, and the wind came in fitful gusts andflurries down the Canyon, and as we started, oneof these flurries caught us in such a way that weshipped considerable water. Then, to add to thediscomfort, — and possible danger, — just as I beganto pull, one end of my seat slipped from its support,and sent me sliding sideways to the bottom of theboat. But there was neither time nor opportunity 200 IN AND AROUND for readjustment. The rapids were roaring, theriver flowing, and we gliding down with a rapidity,at that moment, that seemed ahiiost appalhng; so,righting myself as well as I could, cramped up inthe uncomfortable position that can better beimagined than described, I rowed, while Dad pad-dled, and, in a few minutes, once again we steppedashore in safety.
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