When we came to them, we had to "shoot the rapids" as best we could, only to land with a PLUNK in an indeterminately deep pool at the bottom.

Some of the pack horses went down, sousing again our unfortunate bedding, but by the grace of fortune not a saddle pony lost his feet.
After a time the gorge widened.

We came out into the box canon with its trees.

Here the water spread and shoaled to a depth of only two or three inches.

We splashed along gaily enough, for, with the exception of an occasional quicksand or boggy spot, our troubles were over.
Jed Parker and I happened to ride side by side, bringing up the rear and seeing to it that the pack animals did not stray or linger.