The only thing to do was to camp, which we did forthwith.

By our holding up a blanket at the four corners, and chopping some dry wood out of the side of a dead tree, Andy was able to a start a fire, and we waited for atmospheric developments.
Presently there were rifts in the white, and as we looked we could discern, far, far below our position, another land.

As the storm broke away more and more, it was seen that we had arrived at the edge of a cliff with a sheer drop of one thousand feet.

At last we were able to go on and hunted for a way to descend, which we did not find.

Consequently we continued northwards and finally, on the second day, met with a waggon-track which we followed, reaching at last the edge where the cliff could be descended by way of a waggon-road the Mormons had cut out of the face for a mile and a quarter.