The boats were named the Ward, the Mason, after Brown’s sons, the Mary after his wife, and the Denver and the Colorado.  On arriving they were recalked.  The bottoms were covered with copper.  The party consisted of the following persons:  Frank M. Brown, president; Robert Brewster Stanton, chief engineer; John Hislop, first assistant engineer; C. W. Potter, T. P. Rigney, E. A. Reynolds, J. H. Hughes, W.H.  Bush, Edward Coe, Edward —­, Peter Hansborough, Henry Richards, G. W. Gibson, Charles Potter, F. A. Nims, photographer, and J. C. Terry.  The baggage of each man was limited to twenty-five pounds.  The cargoes were packed in tight, zinc-lined boxes three feet long, with one of which each boat was provided, but these were found to be cumbersome and heavy, the boats being down to within one inch of the gunwales in the water, so they were taken out and all lashed together, forming a sort of raft.  This carried about one-third of all the supplies, and all the extra oars and rope, a most unwise arrangement from every point of view.  The nondescript craft hampered their movements, could not be controlled, and if once it got loose everything was sure to be lost.  It would have been better to throw these boxes away at once and take what the boats could carry and no more, but this was apparently not thought of.  All things considered, it is a wonder this party ever got through Cataract Canyon alive.  At some little rapid, after leaving the railway crossing, the first boat stove a hole in her side, but this was readily repaired and the party ran without further accident over the smooth stretches of river preceding the Junction, arriving at this latter point in four days.  They were now on the threshold of Cataract Canyon.  Stopping to adjust instruments and repair boats for a day, they proceeded to the battle with the cataracts on May 31st.  For forty-one miles they would now have their courage, muscle, and nerve put to the full test.  Stanton records seventy-five rapids and cataracts, fifty-seven of them within a space of nineteen miles, with falls in places of sixteen to twenty feet.  This, then, was what they were approaching with these frail craft.  Two miles down they heard the roar of falling water and the place was reconnoitred, with the result that a large rapid was found to bar the way.  The raft of provisions, and the boat that had towed it, were on the opposite side of the river, which afforded no chance for a camp or a portage, and a signal was made for the party to come over.  A half mile intervened between this boat and the head of the rapid, but with the encumbering raft it was drawn down so dangerously near the descent that, to save themselves, the rope holding the raft was cut.  Thus freed the boat succeeded in landing just at the head of the fall, but the raft went over, and that was the end of it.  The sections were found scattered all the way through the canyon.  The next twenty-eight miles were filled with mishaps and losses.  Twelve