Thompson went up to the Agency, about forty miles away, and found that Powell had gone out to Salt Lake.

When the latter came back to the Agency it was to direct Thompson to go on with our party, while Powell went out again to see about the ration-supply at the mouth of the Dirty Devil.

The men sent there had been unable to find the place, or, indeed, to get anywhere near it.

Powell was to meet us again at the foot of Gray Canyon, about one hundred and fifty miles farther down.

When our supplies had been brought from the Agency and all was ready, we proceeded on our way, passing the elopers near the end of the valley, where they were very happy in a good camp with a fresh deer and plenty of vermilion, which they used liberally their faces.