. Rod and gun. s, but after a few hours tramp, inter-spersed with fordings of the river, the sunbroke though as if to cheer us over the rockyroad. At noon a halt was made for cold lunch, andagain the weary trail was taken up. Some ex-citement was furnished during this stage ofthe journey by a beautiful doe almost runninginto Kays arms, he being the leader of theIndian lile on a steep hill climb. Late in theafternoon the falls were reached and greetedwith cheers, while we were assailed by adownpour of rain. Nothing daunted, after duly feasting on thebeauties of nature, a descent was made intoth
. Rod and gun. s, but after a few hours tramp, inter-spersed with fordings of the river, the sunbroke though as if to cheer us over the rockyroad. At noon a halt was made for cold lunch, andagain the weary trail was taken up. Some ex-citement was furnished during this stage ofthe journey by a beautiful doe almost runninginto Kays arms, he being the leader of theIndian lile on a steep hill climb. Late in theafternoon the falls were reached and greetedwith cheers, while we were assailed by adownpour of rain. Nothing daunted, after duly feasting on thebeauties of nature, a descent was made intothe canyon, rods unlimbered and rigged, and adetermined assault made on the inhabitantsof the swirling waters. The attack proved successful, and afterthree hours down stream, fishing, fording andfighting our way over the rocky river channel,we reached the mouth of Canyon Creek, thefirst opening in towering cut banks with whichwe were surrounded, and where, on our wayup, we had cached our grub and extra Washing Up
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