The Last Canyon: A NovelHMH, 26. sep. 2002 - 352 sider A historical novel about John Wesley Powell’s nineteenth-century expedition through the Grand Canyon: “A riveting adventure tale” (The Seattle Times). In 1869, John Wesley Powell set out on a voyage of exploration through the Grand Canyon, the last great expedition of discovery in US history. In this vivid novel, John Vernon intertwines two stories—that of Powell and his crew, and that of a band of Paiute Indians, known as the Shivwits, who lived on the north rim of the canyon. As the novel moves inexorably toward a violent encounter between the two groups, Vernon deftly leads us into perilous geographical and emotional territory in a story of triumph, hardship, bravery, and loss. “Richly imagined.” —Los Angeles Times “No author has tried to put the reader as squarely in Powell’s waterlogged shoes . . . Packs a wallop.” —Salt Lake Tribune |
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... asked. "Afraid it won't last." I trust him more than some softer-spoken men, for instance Oramel Howland. Dearest, don't exult—I should have listened to you. The knowledge he claimed of elementary surveying and mapmaking and the like ...
... asked. "Afraid it won't last." I trust him more than some softer-spoken men, for instance Oramel Howland. Dearest, don't exult—I should have listened to you. The knowledge he claimed of elementary surveying and mapmaking and the like ...
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... asked—turning my head to include all the others—can build a transcontinental railroad yet be ignorant so long of what its borders contain? Maps are more precious than gold, I said, and Dunn wrinkled his nose. Between you and me, Emma, I ...
... asked—turning my head to include all the others—can build a transcontinental railroad yet be ignorant so long of what its borders contain? Maps are more precious than gold, I said, and Dunn wrinkled his nose. Between you and me, Emma, I ...
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... asked if I was the famous Major John Wesley Powell, having read about our expedition in the papers. I said I was indeed the person he sought, minus that part about the fame. You'll be famous enough after this voyage, he vowed, and then ...
... asked if I was the famous Major John Wesley Powell, having read about our expedition in the papers. I said I was indeed the person he sought, minus that part about the fame. You'll be famous enough after this voyage, he vowed, and then ...
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... asked too, "That's not done, Bill?" at which Seneca Howland looked up from his boat, bailing like mad, and said, "Bill, are you Dunn?" "Shut your damn piehole." A snarl, a stare. The games men play with each other, thought Wes. They ...
... asked too, "That's not done, Bill?" at which Seneca Howland looked up from his boat, bailing like mad, and said, "Bill, are you Dunn?" "Shut your damn piehole." A snarl, a stare. The games men play with each other, thought Wes. They ...
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... asked his brother how far he made it from their last bearing. "Forgot to keep track," Seneca said. "Hawkins?" "Eight miles." "George?" "Eleven." "Six," said Wes. Ora settled on nine. Meanwhile, Bill Dunn had unpacked the barometers and ...
... asked his brother how far he made it from their last bearing. "Forgot to keep track," Seneca said. "Hawkins?" "Eight miles." "George?" "Eleven." "Six," said Wes. Ora settled on nine. Meanwhile, Bill Dunn had unpacked the barometers and ...
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Part Two | |
Part Three July 3July 131869 | |
Part Four | |
Part Five July 14July 191869 | |
Part Six | |
Part Seven July 20Angnst 3 1869 | |
Part Eight | |
Part Nine August 5August 28 1869 | |
Part Ten | |
Epilogue One Year Later September 1870 | |
Back Matter | |
Back Cover | |
Spine | |
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