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Show Record with a weight on the end of a rope, but that became monotonous and I used a pipe pole. In places I can guess at the depth 3246 pretty closely, but another places I could not guess; there was not any water. The depth varied so frequently that we had to take almost continuous soundings to keep from hitting sand bars 3247 more frequently than we did. When we reached Valentine Bottom we turned around, our purpose being to start back up the river. Our trip upstream was worse than the downstream trip. I don't think we went over mile up from Valentile bottom before we struck a sand bar, but we bobbed over that, there being a little water on the bar. Then we come to where there was a big side canyon and ran into a pocket and had to back out and were forced over into midstream, where we found a kind of worm channel and 3248 continued on up to old Fort Bottom, where we found some more sand bars, which we had to feel our way around and get by, and then we came on up to the narrows, where there were more sand bars. When we reached Nigger Bill riffle we had difficulty in getting around. We finally reached Wolverton ranch, where we tied up. We remained at the Wolverton ranch for about a week, where changes in the machinery were made. We raised the engines in order to raise the paddle wheel above the bottom of the boat so it wouldn't hit the rocks. After making these changes we started on up the river. 3249 I do not think the boat drew over eighteen inches. We finally reached the town of Green River with our crew. There were no passengers. After that trip I think they sold the Cliff Dweller to some Salt Lake firm; I don't know of its making any more trips. 3250 I have made trips down the Green river in other boats. I know Tom Wimmer but have no knowledge of a boat named the Marguerite that he once owned. I have no knowledge of another boat known as the Betsy Ann. I left Green River the day I was subpoenaed, on the 4th of this month, and I know of no boats that are now tied up at Green River. Just below Brown's riffle there is a little island called |