hundred and fifty feet long, across the river, “rolling down-stream like great sea waves, and breaking in white foam with a terrible noise.”  These waves, as was later ascertained, were the result of a cloudburst on the headwaters of the Little Colorado, and indicate what might be expected in here in the event of a combination of such waves with the highest stage of water.  The next day they were diminished, and the river fell somewhat, but it was still so powerful they could barely control the boats and had a wild and tumultuous ride, sometimes being almost bodily thrown out of the boats.  By this time their rations were getting low, but by pushing on as fast as possible they reached Diamond Creek on March 1st, where supplies were planned to meet them.  Remaining there ten days to recuperate they went on with only eight men, three concluding to leave at this place.  The Second Granite Gorge begins about eighteen miles above Diamond Creek, and is about thirty miles long.  It is much like the First Granite Gorge, being the same formation, excepting that it is shorter and that the declivity of the river is not so great.  From Diamond Creek down to the end of the canyon is about fifty miles.  It is a bad stretch, and contains some heavy falls which, as the river was still somewhat high, were often impossible to get around, and they were obliged to run them.  The stage of water in both these Granite Gorges makes a great difference in the character of the falls.  For example, in the Second Gorge, when Wheeler made his precarious journey in 1871, he was able, coming from below, to surmount the rapids along the sides with two of his boats, because the water happened to be at a stage that permitted this, whereas Stanton found it impossible to pass some of them without running, and Powell found the one that split his party the same way.  So it appears that one day finds these gorges easier or harder than another; but at their easiest they are truly fearful places.  At one of the worst falls Stanton’s boat suddenly crashed upon a rock that projected from the shore, and there she hung, all the men being thrown forward.  The boat filled and stuck fast, while the great waves rolled over her and her crew.  Stanton tried to straighten himself up, and was taken in the back by a breaker and washed out of the craft altogether into a whirlpool, and finally shot to the surface fifty feet farther down.  He had on his cork jacket and was saved, though he was ducked again and carried along swiftly by the tremendous current.  The second boat had better luck and came through in time to pick Stanton up.  The damaged boat was gotten off with a hole in her side ten by eighteen inches, which was closed by a copper patch, at the first chance, the air chambers having kept the craft afloat.  After this the bad rapids were soon ended, and on the morning of March 17th (1890) the party emerged into an open country and upon a peaceful, quiet river.  Continuing down through Black and the other canyons, and through