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Show IN THE MIDST OF A GRAND CANYON RAPID After painting by F. S. Dellenbaugh COLORADO DAYS Oh, boys, you remember The old Colorado, The NELLIE and the DEAN And the CANONITA, too; The portages and "let-downs," The "blind-box" and the "photos," All flash through your minds As do things of the past. There's Andy and his kettles. And Bish and his "threeodlite," With Beaman pass before us In our vision of old times; The Major and Professor, And Deacon Jones, no lesser. And hearty "Uncle" Steward, The exhorter of our band. There was "Little Breeches" also, Who disliked to be assistant. And departed from us sadly When we anchored in Brown's Park! But he bade adieu to Clement, Who wore patent "Daisy Cutters" That stamped a Number Nine All 'round us in the sand. And Jack, our jolly songster. The warbler of the "Aigles." Who sang us many "Zephyrs" To cheer the lonely camp. Still another must be mentioned. He shall always be "Yours Truly, And the Zephyrs from the Canons He dedicates to you. Then farewell forever To the wild Colorado; Its rapids and its rocks Will trouble us no more; But we'll be free and merry. Amidst old forms and faces, White the great foaming river Dashes on to the sea. Song written by Frederick S. Dellenbaugh in 1872, which he found still sung in southern Utah in 1929. As here reproduced, it is an adaptation of a broadside 31.7 x 16 cm., die original text being in single column, printed in 1930 by Mrs. L. D. Whittemore, grand-niece of Major Powell. See pp. 9, 499. |
