"Through the long night they clung to the raft as it dashed against half-concealed rocks, or whirled about like a plaything in some eddy." When daylight came they landed; as they had a smoother current and less rugged banks, though the canyon walls appeared to have increased in height.

They strengthened their raft and went on.

In the afternoon, after having floated about thirty miles from the starting point they reached the junction of the Grand and Green.

So far all is well, but here he makes his first break, as he had no conception of the actual character of the rivers at the junction.

He says the canyon now far surpassed that of either of the forming streams, which is not so.