Arriving near our station, a man was sent to take their horses down to their camp, about five miles below, and they went with us on the boats.

Hamblin, the man with Powell, was not altogether comfortable in some of the swift places.

As we cleared the high butte marking the end of Gray Canyon, we perceived, stretching away to the westward from it, a beautiful line of azure-blue cliffs, wonderfully buttressed and carved.
At first these were called the Henry Cliffs, but afterward Henry was applied to some mountains and the cliffs were called Azure.

At the camp we found another man, like the first a Mormon and, as we learned later by intimate acquaintance, both of fine quality and sterling merit.

The supplies Powell had brought were three hundred pounds of flour, some jerked beef, and about twenty pounds of sugar, from a town on the Sevier called Manti, almost due west of our position about eighty miles in an air line.