Many of these rapids were very heavy descents.

That night we camped above a bad-looking place, but it was decided to run it in the morning.

Three-quarters of a mile below camp there was a general disappearance of the waters.

We could see nothing of the great rapid from the level of the boats, though we caught an occasional glimpse of the leaping, tossing edges, or tops, of the huge billows rolling out beyond into the farther depths of the chasm.

About eight o'clock in the morning all was ready for the start.