on, toward the dark rocks where the smooth water was broken and torn and churned to shreds of snowy foam.  There was only one thing for us to do, if we did not want to run upon the rocks, and that was to leap overboard, and trust to bringing the boat to a stop by holding on to the bottom, here not so far down.  This was done, and the depth turned out to be about to our waists; but for a little time the boat sped on as before.  Planting our shoes firmly against the boulders of the bottom as we slid along, we finally gained the upper hand, and then it was an easy matter to reach the shore.  Hardly had we done this when the Nell came tearing down in the same fashion.  We rushed into the water as far as we dared, and they pulled with a will till they came to us, when they all jumped into the water and we tugged the boat ashore, just in time to plunge in again and help the Canonita in the same way.  Dinner over, the rapid was examined and it was discovered that by pulling straight out into it clear of the rocks, we could easily get through.  This was accordingly done and one after the other the boats sped down as if towed by an express train.  Then we ran a number of smaller ones with no trouble, and toward evening arrived at a place where the entire river dropped into a sag, before falling over some very bad rapids.  We avoided the sag by keeping close to the left bank, and rounded a little point into a broad eddy, across which we could sail with impunity.  Then we landed on a rocky point at the head of the first bad plunge, the beginning of Disaster Falls, where the No-Name was wrecked two years before.  At this place we camped for the night.  The descent altogether here is about fifty feet.  In the morning all the cargoes were taken over the rocks to the foot of the first fall, and the boats were cautiously worked down along the edge to where the cargoes were, where they were reloaded and lowered to the head of the next descent, several hundred yards.  Here the cargoes were again taken out and carried over the rocks down to a quiet bay.  This took till very late and everyone was tired out, but the boats were carried and pushed on skids up over the rocks for twenty or thirty yards, past the worst of the fall, and then lowered into the water to be let down the rest of the way by lines.  Two had to be left there till the following day.  We had found a one hundred pound sack of flour lying on a high rock, where it had been placed at the time of the wreck of the No-Name, and Andy that day made our dinner biscuits out of it.  Though it was two years old the bread tasted perfectly good; and this is a tribute to the climate, as well as to the preservative qualities of a coating of wet flour.  This coating was about half an inch thick, and outside were a cotton flour-sack and a gunny bag.  The flour was left on the rock, and may be there yet.  Not far below this we came to Lower Disaster Falls, which a short portage enabled us to circumnavigate and go on our