Here we camped about three miles from a great smoke, and the next morning ran right on top of a Ute encampment.

At first we expected trouble, but there were only seven of the warriors, and they were, as we learned later, out of powder, so when they sighted us they disappeared.

At last they returned, and we had a talk with them, trying to induce one to go with us as guide.

They described the trails, but refused to go along.
We camped one night near them, and then went on, arriving finally, after a great deal of trouble at the Unknown Mountains, since called the Henry Mountains, having taken a wrong trail.

At one place we were obliged to take the whole packtrain up a cliff fifteen hundred feet high, making a trail as we went.