A Canyon Voyage: The Narrative of the Second Powell Expedition Down the Green-Colorado River from Wyoming, and the Explorations on Land, in the Years 1871 and 1872 (Google eBook)

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G.P. Putnam's sons, 1908 - America - 277 pages
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Review: A Canyon Voyage: The Narrative of the Second Powell Expedition down the Green-Colorado River from Wyoming, and the Explorations on Land, in the Years 1871 and 1872

User Review  - Ellen Grabarek - Goodreads

I felt that it drug a bit, though it was an interesting read Read full review

Review: A Canyon Voyage: The Narrative of the Second Powell Expedition down the Green-Colorado River from Wyoming, and the Explorations on Land, in the Years 1871 and 1872

User Review  - Nomad - Goodreads

This is an amazing book by a 19 year old, Frederick Dellenbaugh of the second voyage of John Wesley Powell in 1871. If you have read John Wesley Powell's narrative which was not well written this is ... Read full review

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Page 145 - OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 148 - FLOW gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise ; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro...
Page 96 - Full-faced above the valley stood the moon ; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams ! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go ; And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.
Page 157 - WE were not many, we who stood Before the iron sleet that day ; Yet many a gallant spirit would Give half his years if but he could Have been with us at Monterey. Now here, now there, the shot it hailed In deadly drifts of fiery spray, Yet not a single soldier quailed When wounded comrades round them wailed Their dying shout at Monterey. And on, still on our column kept, Through walls of flame, its withering way ; Where...
Page 72 - I WILL sing you a song of that beautiful land, The far away home of the soul, Where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand While the years of eternity roll.
Page 181 - But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. He came not no, he came not! The night came on alone...
Page 144 - O wad some power the giftie gie us, To see oursels as others see us!
Page 96 - And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Bo1ling a slumbrous sheet of foam below. They saw the gleaming river seaward flow From the inner land ; far off, three...
Page 145 - Said old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart, Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart By the women of Marblehead! Then the wife of the skipper lost at sea Said, "God has touched him! Why should we?

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