National Geographic : 1969 May
crevice into the second chamber by bracing backs and feet. Oval-shaped, it held a second pool (page 673). Beyond that was an arched doorway leading up again to a third chamber that had the mood of an ancient chapel. All three chambers were quiet, hushed, almost hallowed. We named the place Silver Grotto, a new treasure of Marble Canyon. Into the Unknown-on a Shoestring Orange flames of our fire licked against the night while Fran and Loie prepared supper. The aroma of canned corned beef and cab bage filled the air as I walked alongside the river and gazed across at the ghost of another campfire of a century ago. Around it I imagined the members of Pow ell's band: Powell himself, the one-armed leader, chatting with his brother Walter, who had left part of his mind in a Confederate prison camp. The boys called him "Old Shady," from the lusty way he sang that Civil War ballad. Sullen Jack Sumner, a rawhide-tough hunter and trader, had served as Powell's guide in the Rockies the previous summer, and he had recruited four of the crew-Billy Hawkins, Bill Dunn, O. G. Howland, and Howland's younger brother Seneca. 686 Unearthed after 3,000 years, these split twig figurines formed part of a cache hidden by an unknown people in Stanton Cave, in the new Marble Canyon National Monument. Each ingeniously constructed from a single willow branch, the strange figurines predate by 2,000 years the next oldest class of artifacts in the area. Tiny "spears" piercing some of them suggest that the figures may have been used in magical hunting rites. These four came to light dur ing a recent probe by Dr. Robert Euler (kneeling)of the Center for Anthropological Studies at Prescott College, Prescott, Ari zona. The possibility that souvenir hunters may plunder the caves before archeologists can study them has prompted the National Geographic Society to sponsor a full-scale dig by Dr. Euler this summer. Sunlight kindles a rainbow and ignites the Redwall opposite Nankoweap Mesa in Marble Canyon. Storerooms abandoned 800 years ago cling to canyon walls along this stretch. They were built by a people whom the Navajos call Anasazi, "the an cient ones," even though they were Johnny come-latelies compared to the makers of the split-twig figurines. The Geographic expedition camps on the beach at bottom. CITYY Three more members had joined them in Wyoming. One was a young Englishman named Frank Goodman; after rapids claimed one of the boats on the Green River, he left the expedition, gladly forfeiting a chance for fame. The second was Andy Hall, a robust, high-spirited bullwhacker of 18. The last was Sgt. George Y. Bradley. A loner, thoughtful, fair in his judgment, Brad ley was a man of cool and constant courage. He so disliked "chasing Indians" around Fort Bridger, Wyoming, that he jumped at the chance to join Powell's party, and Powell had enough influence in Washington to obtain Bradley's discharge for that purpose. Why were they there? Powell, in a last letter from Green River, explained, "The object is to make collections in geology, natural history, antiquities, and ethnology for the institutions assisting the work." He had $1,100 from the Illinois Industrial University (now the Uni versity of Illinois), and less than that from the Illinois Natural History Society, under whose auspices the expedition operated. The Chicago Academy of Sciences provided $100, and the Smithsonian Institution loaned some instru ments. The rest had come out of Powell's own pocket, now nearly empty.