The walls were neither so high nor so impressive as those we had already passed through. They appeared to be about twelve hundred feet high and were set back some distance from the river.
"We will make a landing," said Jim, "before we reach the junction of the two streams and get a bird's eye view of the situation."
"It's a good idea," I said, "I'll keep a sharp lookout for a landing."
I soon sighted ahead an excellent place in a rocky little cove, where the waters were quiet. Here we effected an easy landing and climbed up on a plateau of absolutely bare rock that extended from the river to the cliffs.
"What curious looking formation," exclaimed Jim. "It looks something like layer cake. A thick red base then a strip of grey and the red again."
There were low walls of this formation bordering the rock plateau and much recessed.
"Isn't that a strange looking rock over there," said Tom, "something like a bunty church with a round tower."
This expressed it as nearly as possible. Two-thirds of it was of the solid red rock with the broad white band of stone placed squarely upon it. But I cannot stop to refer to the many odd and curious formations, that came under our observation, for I would never have done.
After a walk of about a half a mile we came to a place where we could look down upon the mingling of the two rivers. They rushed together equally, the Grand being the clearer of the two streams. They whirled in a round dance as they met, forming a great whirlpool.
"We will have to look out for that," said Jim, shaking his head, "but I think we can avoid it all right."