. In & around the Grand Canyon; the Grand Canyon of the Colorado River in Arizona . s a smallercataract named Beaver Falls, from the large numberof beaver constantly at work there. Five miles far-ther and the junction of Havasu Canyon with theGrand Canyon—Hack-a-tai-a — takes place. Ihave never seen this junction. Several times Ihave tried to reach it, but some unforeseen and un-provided for difBculty has always interposed. Someday perhaps I shall succeed. The Havasupais call the Grand Canyon Hack-a-tai-a Chic-a-mi-mi. The first word signifies anyloud, roaring sound, whether caused by a fierce
. In & around the Grand Canyon; the Grand Canyon of the Colorado River in Arizona . s a smallercataract named Beaver Falls, from the large numberof beaver constantly at work there. Five miles far-ther and the junction of Havasu Canyon with theGrand Canyon—Hack-a-tai-a — takes place. Ihave never seen this junction. Several times Ihave tried to reach it, but some unforeseen and un-provided for difBculty has always interposed. Someday perhaps I shall succeed. The Havasupais call the Grand Canyon Hack-a-tai-a Chic-a-mi-mi. The first word signifies anyloud, roaring sound, whether caused by a fiercewind or the dashing of the waters; the latterword means a large canyon. The Colorado Riveralways gives this roaring noise, especially in theregion of the rapids. So the name Hack-a-tai-ato them has come to mean the canyon as a , when a Havasupai would tell you he isgoing to the canyon, he says, Ya-ma-gi Hack-a-tai-a, I go to the place of the roaring own canyon is Havasu Chic-a-mi-ga—thesmall canyon of the Blue Water, Chic-a-mi-ga be-ing a small THE GRAND CANYON 303 CHAPTER XXIX AN ADVENTURE IN BEAVER CANYON I HAVE had many a perilous adventure in myten years of exploring in the canyons of theColorado River, but none so peculiar as one Ipassed through this year (1899). My note-book,says : — I sit here late in the afternoon of Saturday, Au-gust 3, 1899, alive, well, and happy. An hour agomy Indian guide and friend,— Wa-lu-tha-ma, — ofthe tribe of the Havasu, and myself were entrappedin a deep gorge, where the sun shines for but oneor two hours in the day, between two precipices,the one descending over fifty feet and the otherascending about twenty-five feet. The space be-tween these two precipices is perhaps two hundredto two hundred and fifty feet long, and is occupiedby a deep pool of water. An hour ago I almostdespaired of leaving the place alive. Bruised,bleeding, exhausted with my futile endeavors toscale the smaller precipice down w
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