At a sudden bend we cut to the left deeper into the mountain till on both sides we were enclosed by almost perpendicular precipices of carboniferous formation, limestone, about 1600 feet high.
The canyon was surprisingly beautiful and romantic.

The river seemed to change its mood here, and began to flow with an impetus it had exhibited nowhere above.

It swept on with a directness and a concentration of purpose that had about it something ominous.

And just here, at the foot of the right hand wall which was perpendicular for 800 feet, with the left more sloping, and clothed with cedar shrubs, we beheld our first real rapid, gleaming like a jewel from its setting in the sunlight which fell into the gorge, and it had as majestic a setting as could be desired.

For myself I can say that the place appeared the acme of the romantic and picturesque.