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Show POUNS-A-GUNT PLA'rEAU. 107 Dirty Devil River, the mouth of which stream is but a short distance below the junction of the Grand and Green. The Pouns-a' -gunt Plateau terminates in a point, which is bounded by a line of beautiful pink cliffs. At the foot of this plateau, on the west, tho Rio Virgen. and Sevier Rivers are dovetailed together, as their minute upper branches interlock. 'rhe upper surface of the plateau inclines to the northeast, so that its waters roll off into the Sevier; but from the foot of the cliffs, quite around the sharp anglo of tho plateau, fur a dozen miles, wo lind numerous springs, whoso waters unite to form the Kanab. But a little farther to the northeast tho springs gather into streams that feed tho Parin. llere, by the uppei· springs of the Kanab, we make a camp, and from this point we are to radiate on a series of trips, southwest, south, and east. Jacob Hamblin, who has been a missionary among t110 Indians for more than twenty years, has collected a number of Kai'-vav-its, with Cltu-ar'-ntum- peak, their chief, and they are all camped with us. They as uro us that we cannot reach the river; that we cannot make our way into tho depth of the canon, but promise to show us the springs and water pockets, which are very scarce in all ~his region, and to give us all the informati n in their power. Hero we fit up a pack train, for our bedding and instruments, and supplies are to be carried on the backs of mules and ponies. September 5, 1H70.-Thc several members of the party are engaged in general preparation for our trip down to the Grand Canon. Taking with me a white man and an Indian, I start on a climb to the summit of the Pouns-a'-gunt Plateau, which rises above ns on the east. Our way, for a mile or more, is over a great peat bog, that trembles under our feet, and now and then a mule sinks through the broken tmf, and we aro compelled to pull it out with ropes. Passing the bog, our way is np a gulch, at the foot of the Pink Cliffs, which form the escarpment, or wall, of the great plateau. Soon we leave the gulch, and climb a long ridge, which winds around to tho right toward tho summit of the great table. Two hours' riding, climbing, and clambering brings ~s near tho top. We look below, aud sec clouds drifting up from tho south, and rolling tumultuously toward the foot of the cli.ffi , beneath us. Soon, all the countr,. |