By the time we had placed the _Nell_ beside the other boats at the bottom it was sunset and too late to do anything but make a camp.

Just above the head of the fall was a rather level place in a clump of pines at the very edge of the river forming as picturesque a camp-ground as I have ever seen.

A brilliant moon hung over the canyon, lighting up the foam of the water in strong contrast to the red fire crackling its accompaniment to the roar of the rapid.

A lunar rainbow danced fairy-like in the mists rising from the turmoil of the river.

The night air was calm and mild.