This was one part of the canyons where White, in his imaginary journey, found an easy passage! The next day Powell took me with him on a climb to the top.

We had little trouble in getting out.

On the way back the Major's cut-off arm was on the rock side of a gulch we had followed up, and I found it necessary, two or three times, to place myself where he could step on my knee, as his stump had a tendency to throw him off his balance.

Had he fallen at these points the drop would have been four hundred or five hundred feet.

I mention this to show how he never permitted his one-armed condition to interfere with his doing things.