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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... couldn't hear Walter's voice, Wes thought. The roar of the rapids, more like fire than water, drowned all other sounds. But Wes knew what his brother was singing:"John Anderson, My Jo." He could tell by the satisfied warp of Walter's ...
... couldn't hear Walter's voice, Wes thought. The roar of the rapids, more like fire than water, drowned all other sounds. But Wes knew what his brother was singing:"John Anderson, My Jo." He could tell by the satisfied warp of Walter's ...
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... couldn't use his flag. It was all body language—head butts, stump flaps. The Emma Dean didn't race, she flew through the air, then slammed down so hard he was airborne for an instant. She spun around madly, pinning Wes to his seat, but ...
... couldn't use his flag. It was all body language—head butts, stump flaps. The Emma Dean didn't race, she flew through the air, then slammed down so hard he was airborne for an instant. She spun around madly, pinning Wes to his seat, but ...
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... couldn't row without it. Next to Bill, Ora Howland, head resting on his arms, seemed to be sleeping. He often slept, but when baby brother Seneca, to his right, commenced idly digging in the sand with a stick, Ora lifted his head ...
... couldn't row without it. Next to Bill, Ora Howland, head resting on his arms, seemed to be sleeping. He often slept, but when baby brother Seneca, to his right, commenced idly digging in the sand with a stick, Ora lifted his head ...
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... couldn't strike the canyon's inner walls,which grew darker as they plunged, answering the brilliance in this valley with gloom. Standing here,it felt impossible toresist the sepia theol- ogy, the allegory of the chromos, thefamiliar ...
... couldn't strike the canyon's inner walls,which grew darker as they plunged, answering the brilliance in this valley with gloom. Standing here,it felt impossible toresist the sepia theol- ogy, the allegory of the chromos, thefamiliar ...
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... couldn't use the sextant. But he footed up their estimated distance to be a hundred and forty river miles, fifty as the crow flies from their point of departure back at Green River City. He willed himself to wake up later that night and ...
... couldn't use the sextant. But he footed up their estimated distance to be a hundred and forty river miles, fifty as the crow flies from their point of departure back at Green River City. He willed himself to wake up later that night 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 | |
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Spine | |
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