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Show 5280 Chaffin- D 3292 below the San Juan. We looked up the river. We could see ice. I says, " There's the trouble that them fellows ain't here. The river is froze up." I had been through the river before. I says, " She's narrow up there. I don't think we will have to go up very far to find them." So we started up the river, and followed along, got up quite a ways. Still froze. No signs. We concluded we would go back and get our horses and go around. When we got back to the next turn, being a warm day, the ice had gone out, and left us there where we couldn't get up or down. The next morning it froze a little bit along close to the edge of the river, so we could crawl along and get back on to the heavy ice. We traveled on the ice. She was froze pretty much solid -- clear up to where the Colorado river cuts through the San Rafael swell, what is called by some people the Rincon. There we found an old fellow named Jack Butler. We stayed there with him. This was the third night without anything to eat. The next morning we started out again, and right at the upper end of this rapid the river was I froze up. An ice gorge had come down where she starts to break over the rapid, |
