At one camp we could see, on the very top of the cliff opposite, an object that from our position was the counterpart of a log cabin.

Tall pines grew around it and the deception was complete.

The cliff being twenty-four hundred feet high, the "cabin" must, in reality have been of huge size; but we applied the name "Log-Cabin Cliff" to the place.

At a heavy descent, where the Emma Dean of the first expedition was swamped, we took no chances and made a careful let-down; a little farther on we did the same thing again.

This method of passing a rapid is not romantic, but our object was not to perform spectacular feats but to accomplish the work in hand; so wherever there was any doubt as to the safety of running a rapid we adopted the prudent course.