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is as fine and bold a companion as could be wished. However, being twelve years old, Gates is rather young for such a strenu- ous expedition, and has never traveled the wild country before. We become aware of her lack of experience in camp the first evening. As most of the crew sits around the fire, a very con- trolled Gates' voice whispers urgently, "Aunt Cliftia. There's a snake in the tent! He's hissing at me!" The crisis is resolved when the rescuers determine that the hissing sounds are emerging from the air mattress upon which Gates is perched. Murch and I decide to attempt the hike to find Goblin City while Johnson, as the night cook, remains to prepare our ra- tions. As usual, dinner will be bland, but nourishing, expedition fare-beef stroganoff, spinach salad Brenda, and strawberry shortcake with whipped cream. Gates also decides to remain in camp, nursing an old knee wound acquired during the war (the water fight). Murch and I struck out-as Captain Bishop phrased it-"for the bluffs to southward." For two hours we climbed, balancing on knife-edged ridges that plunged five hundred feet on either side, scrambling along slick, shale slopes. Murch, an excellent climber, led the way. I would have quit several times on the steep cliffs but for Murch. In similar circumstances, Major Powell was assisted out of a tight spot by (I believe) George Bra- dley, who took off his pants and lowered them for the Major to grab hold of. Circumstances altering solutions, Murch contented herself with merely maintaining her distance some hundreds of feet above and ahead, beckoning me onward whenever I stopped to gasp for air. Dellenbaugh, of the second Powell expedition, in his jour- nal, records that he, Steward and Bishop sighted Goblin City at six o'clock in the evening of the second day "from a high bluff." At six o'clock, Murch and I spied Goblin City, from the top of a high bluff. Our bluff is almost certainly one mile east of Dellenbaugh's. The formations can be matched with those on Captain Bishop's tiny, elegant pencil sketch. The view is mag- nificent. A hundred-year-old mystery is solved. An hour and minutes of stiff 4