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Show Kolb- D 834 over the stern shoved that end down, and the other end up, and I was marooned about fifty feet from the shore. The engineers were on the south side of the shore, and after a few attempts managed to throw a light line to me, and pulled a heavier rope across; they attached that to the painter, or the line attached to the bow of the boat. We wanted to keep it from getting dragged under, and secure it in case it swung loose of its own accord. After pulling on the rope, attempting to pull it loose, they gave it up and made motions for me to come to the shore-- one can not hear anything above the roar of the rapid. We wore life- preservers. I held to the rope; they elevated it as high as they could, on the shore, with logs; I hung to the rope with my legs and my hands, and pulled myself across; the rope sagged down into the water; the force of the rapid almost pulled me loose, but I managed to get to where the other men on shore could reach me and help me with their hands. The boat remained there all night, lot of valuable material in it, some of the maps of the survey, and I knew it was in the part that was projecting above the water. My brother made a pulley out of cottonwood log to run on this rope, and the next morning I was pretty much worn with my work through Cataract canyon -- I believe I lot fifteen pounds in weight, handling the three boats. He was a little fresher than I; he was the first 2804 |
