Continuing our course, which was north 67 degrees west, we travelled twenty-five miles.

At this distance we came in sight of the mountains I was steering for, but they were too distant to reach before night, so, turning a little northward to the foot of a low, bare, white granite hill, I hoped to find a creek, or at least some ledges in the rocks, where we might get some water.

Not a drop was to be found.

Though we had been travelling in the rain all day and accomplished thirty miles, we were obliged to camp without water at last.

There was good feed for the horses, and, as it was still raining, they could not be very greatly in want of water.