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Title: Through the Grand Canyon from Wyoming to Mexico, with a foreword by Owen Wister;new edition with (72 plates) from photographs by the author and his brother
Year: 1915 (1910s)
Authors: Kolb, E. L. (Ellsworth Leonardson), b. 1876
Subjects: Grand Canyon (Ariz.)
Publisher: New York : The MacMillan Company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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to see you drown ! CHAPTER XXV FOUR DAYS TO YUMA Before sunrise the following morning, I had com-pleted my few camp duties, finished my breakfast,and dropped my boat into the whirlpool above the bridge.My two friends watched the manoeuvre as I pulled clearof the logs and the piers which caused the water tomake such alarming sounds the night before; then theygave me a final word of caution, and the informationthat the Parker Bridge was sixty miles away and thatYuma was two hundred and fifty miles down the stream.They thought that I should reach Yuma in a week. Itseemed but a few minutes until the bridge was a mileup the stream. Now I was truly embarked for the gulf. By the time I had reached the spire-like mountainousrocks a few miles below the bridge, which gave the townof Needles its name, the sun was well up and I was begin-ning to learn what desert heat was, although I hadlittle time to think of it as I was kept so busy with myboat. Here, the stream which was spread a mile wide 290
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