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Show 321 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 mats crial in it, come 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 a 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 lost fifteen pounds in weight, handling the three boats. R. 834. He was a little fresher than I; he was the first out to the boat, using this pulley going out. I followed. We tacked canvas around the cock- pit, this open part, so the water wouldn't run in; we baled that part of the boat out; that made the boat lighter; and then we tacked canvas around the hatch cover that was underneath the water, and excluded the water from running in, and we |
