We also turned our course down it with the same idea.

We had taken with us a Pai Ute guide whom we called Tom, but as we advanced into this region so far from his range, Tom got nervous and wanted to go back, and we saw him no more till our return.

Six years before a Mormon reconnoitring party had penetrated as far as this, and in one place en route we passed the spot where one of their number who had been killed by the Utes had been buried.

The grave had been dug out by the wolves, and a few whitened bones lay scattered around.

It was a place where there was no water and we could not stop to reinter them.