At Dandy Crossing three of the party left the river—­J.  N. Hughes, J. C. Terry, and T. P. Rigney.  One man joined the party, Harry McDonald, a frontiersman and an experienced boatman.  At Lee Ferry, Reynolds left and Brown went to Kanab for supplies, for Dandy Crossing was not a metropolis, and more rations were needed before venturing to enter the Grand Canyon.  Only one transit instrument was left, and it was decided that Brown, Stanton, Hislop, McDonald, Hansborough, Richards, Gibson, and Nims, the photographer, should form the party to proceed, making an examination, taking notes and photographs, but not attempting an instrumental survey.  Brown returned from Kanab by July 9th, and an immediate start was made with the three boats,—­boats entirely unfitted for the work in Cataract Canyon, and tenfold more inadequate for the giant gorge, with its terrible descents, now before them.  It seems a pity they did not realise this and leave the continuation of the work till proper boats could be had, but it appears as if they again underestimated the dangers of the river.  At any rate they went bravely forward with a courage that deserved a better reward.  The first ugly rapids in Marble Canyon are the two near together about ten miles below Lee’s Ferry, where the prospectors met their punishment early in July, 1872.  These the Brown party reached safely, and made the necessary portages, camping at the foot of the Soap Creek or lower fall.  Brown appeared to feel lonely and troubled, and asked Stanton to come and sit by his bed and talk.  They smoked and talked till a late hour about home and the prospect for the next day.  Brown’s wife and two children were at this time travelling in Europe and probably the thought of them so far away made him somewhat blue.  Then, if he had before thought that this canyon would be easy, the nature of the rapids around him served to undeceive his mind.  The deepening gorge, inadequate boats, and increasingly bad rapids probably affected his nerves, for that night he dreamed of the rapids, and this troubled him so much that he mentioned it to Stanton in the morning.  Breakfast over, they went on.  We had camped at the head of the Soap Creek Rapids, and this party at the foot.  In the first rapid below, which was one of five that we easily ran before stopping for dinner, Brown’s boat was capsized.  He and his oarsman McDonald, were thrown out on opposite sides, McDonald into the current and Brown unfortunately into the eddy, where he was drawn under by one of the whirlpools numerous in this locality, and was never seen again.  A half-minute later Stanton’s boat passed the spot, but all he saw was the lost leader’s note-book on the, surface of the angry waters which had so suddenly swallowed up its owner.  The whole day long the party sat sadly watching the place to see if the treacherous river would give up the dead, but darkness fell in the gorge, and the Colorado dashed along toward the sea as if no boat had ever touched its relentless