Here and there we discovered evidences of the former journey, but nothing to indicate that human beings had ever before, that been below Disaster Falls.

There we saw the same indications of an early disaster which Powell had noticed on the first trip, a rusty bake-oven, some knives and forks and tin plates, in the sand at the foot of the second fall.

The day after the Cliff of the Harp camp we began by making a line-portage around a very ugly place, which took the whole morning.

In the afternoon there was another similar task, so that by night we had made only three or four miles, and camped at the beginning of a decidedly forbidding stretch.

Just below us were three sharp rapids which received the name of Triplet Tails.