The surface was largely barren sandstone, only a patch of sand here and there sustaining sometimes a bush or stunted cedar.

It is the Land of Standing Rocks, as the Utes call it.
The supplies were now gone over and carefully and evenly divided, so that an accident to one boat should not cripple us any more than possible, and on Tuesday, the 19th of September, our bows were headed down the Colorado.

A few miles below the Junction, a trail was seen coming down a canyon on the left, showing that the Utes have always known how to find the place.

If Macomb had been properly guided he could have reached it.

The familiar roar of rapids soon came to our ears, and thenceforth there was no respite from them.