Nothing could be learned from them about the whites, yet a short distance below this they came upon three white men and a native hauling a seine.

They had reached the goal! It was the mouth of the Virgen River! The men in the boat had heard that the whole party was lost and were on the lookout for wreckage.

They were a father and his sons, named Asa, Mormons from a town about twenty miles up the Virgen.

The total stock of food left the explorers was ten pounds of flour, fifteen of dried apples, and about seventy of coffee.

Powell and his brother here said farewell to their companions of the long and perilous journey.