Identifier: throughgrandcany00kolb (find matches)
Title: Through the Grand Canyon from Wyoming to Mexico, with a foreword by Owen Wister;new edition with (72 plates) from photographs by the author and his brother
Year: 1915 (1910s)
Authors: Kolb, E. L. (Ellsworth Leonardson), b. 1876
Subjects: Grand Canyon (Ariz.)
Publisher: New York : The MacMillan Company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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attempt or two, with ahold sometimes used by wrestlers, linking his arm inmine, leaning forward, and pulling me in over his back.I was so numbed by the cold that I could do little to helphim, after what, I suppose, was about a quarter of anhours struggle in the water; although it seemed muchlonger than that to me. We then caught the Edith and attempted to turn herover, but before this could be done we were draggedinto the next rapid. Emery caught up the oars, while Icould do nothing but hold to the upturned boat, halffilled with water, striving to drag us against the wallon the left side of the stream. It was no small task tohandle the two boats in this way, but Emery made it;then, when he thought we were sure of a landing, theEdith dragged us into the river again. Two more smallrapids were run as we peered through the darkness fora landing. Finally we reached the shore over a milebelow the Soap Creek Rapid. We were on the oppositeside of the stream from that where we had unloaded the
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W &3D A NIGHT OF THRILLS 189 Defiance. This material would have to stay where it wasthat night. While bailing the water from the Edith we noticed apeculiar odour, and thought for a while that it might bethe body of the man who was drowned at the ferry, butlater we found it came from a green cottonwood logthat had become water-soaked, and was embedded inthe sand, close to our landing. It was Emerys turn todo the greater part of the camp work that night, while Iwas content to hug the fire, wrapped in blankets, waitingfor the coffee to boil. CHAPTER XVIII MARBLE HALLS AND MARBLE WALLS There was little of the spectacular in our work thenext day as we slowly and laboriously dragged an emptyboat upstream against the swift-running current, takingadvantage of many little eddies, but finding much of theshore swept clean. I had ample opportunity to ponderon the wisdom of my attempt to save time byrunning the Soap Creek Rapid instead of makinga portage, while we carried our loads over the im

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