The pack-train, however, was misled by a man who pretended to be acquainted with the trail, and we ate up all the food we had before it arrived.

It came over an extraordinary path.

Lost on top of the Paria Plateau, it was only able to reach us by the discovery of a singular old trail coming down the two-thousand-foot cliffs three miles up the Paria.

While waiting we had examined the immediate neighbourhood and had climbed to the summit of some sandstone peaks on the left, where the wall of Glen Canyon breaks away to the southward.

The view was superb.