The river had narrowed up before we reached the San Rafael and had entered low, broken walls.

The current was rather swift, but there were no rapids.

As we went on, the sight of the rain cascades falling with varying volume and colour, some chocolate, some amber, was very beautiful.

They continued for a time after the rain had ceased, and then, as if the flood-gates had been closed, they vanished, to reappear every time it began to rain afresh.
Before long the cliffs had reached one thousand feet in altitude, and we were fairly within Labyrinth Canyon, which begins its existence at the mouth of the San Rafael.

Many of the rain cascades in the afternoon of this day were perfectly clear, and often fell several hundreds of feet, vanishing in spray, and presenting varied and exquisite effects in combination with the rich tones of the wet brown sandstone, and the background of dark grey sky.