tide.  What was one man more or less to this great dragon’s maw!  For three days after the others battled their way along without further disaster, and then came Sunday, when they rested.  On Monday, while Stanton and Nims were making notes and photographs, the men were to finish up the lower end of the second of two very bad rapids where portages were made.  Stanton’s boat, containing Hansborough and Richards, was following the first boat, which had made the stretch with difficulty because the current set against the left-hand cliff.  The second boat was driven against the foot of this wall under an overhanging shelf, and in the attempt to push her off she was capsized and Hansborough never rose again.  Richards, who was a strong swimmer, made some distance down-stream, but before the first boat could reach him he sank, and that was the end for him.  This terrible disaster, added to the death of Brown, and the foolhardiness of proceeding farther with such boats as they had, forced the decision which should have been made at Lee’s Ferry.  Stanton resolved to leave the river, but with the determination to return again to battle with the dragon at the earliest opportunity.  The next thing was to get out of the canyon.  They searched for some side canyon leading in from the north, by means of which they might return to the world, and just above Vesey’s Paradise they found it and spent their last night in Marble Canyon at that point.  From the rapid where Brown was lost, to Vesey’s Paradise, my diary records that on our expedition of 1872 we ran twenty-six rapids, let down four times, and made two portages, all without any particular difficulty.  I mention this merely to show the difference proper boats make in navigating this river, for the season was nearly the same; Brown was there in July and we in August, both the season of high water.  The night passed by Stanton and his disheartened but courageous band at Vesey’s Paradise was long to be remembered, for one of the violent thunderstorms frequent in the canyon in summer, came up.  The rain fell in floods, while about midnight the storm culminated in a climax of fury.  Stanton says that in all his experience in the Western mountains he never heard anything like it.  “Nowhere has the awful grandeur equalled that night in the lonesome depths of what was to us death’s canyon.”  The next day was fair, and by two in the afternoon, July l9th, they were on the surface of the country, twenty-five hundred feet above the river, and that night reached a cattle ranch.

By November 25th of the same year (1889) the indefatigable Stanton had organised a new party to continue the railway survey.  He still had confidence in the scheme, and he refused to give up.  And this time the boats were planned with some regard to the waters upon which they were to be used.  McDonald was sent to superintend their building at the boatyard of H. H. Douglas & Co., Waukegan, Illinois.  There were three, each twenty-two feet long, the same as