National Geographic : 1969 May
Shadow and substance mingle in ghostly silhouette beyond Lipan Point as the sun Separation is not a "good out," as old can yon hands put it, though it looks like one. From our camp at the riffle-the rapid is now drowned under water backed up by Hoover Dam-I walked up the canyon, and the illu sion is one of a wide boulevard between dis tant buttes glowing rust and gold in the sun. It invites the traveler, weary of his canyon prison, but leads into many blind canyons. Nevertheless, the Howlands and Dunn puz zled their way out. At the top, as Powell heard the next year from a Mormon scout, they met a band of Shivwits Indians, who fed them. The next day they went on. No sooner had they gone than a messenger arrived, telling 712 the Indians that a small band of prospectors had killed a squaw. The Shivwits naturally assumed that Powell's men were the guilty ones. They tracked them to a water hole, where the men had made camp, and "filled them full of arrows." On Sunday, August 29, 1869, Powell's re maining boats covered 421/ miles through country improving all the way. And the fol lowing day, at noon, they were out. Ten men and four boats had set out from Green River, Wyoming, 1,000 miles and 98 days before. Now two boats and six men the Powell brothers, Bradley, Sumner, Hall, and Hawkins-emerged from the unknown.