The plain seemed quite an up grade from where they were to the base of the mountain.
On the second day they all reached the point they were aiming for except Rev.J.W.Brier and family, and they came in one day behind.

Every one looked out for himself and had no time nor strength to spare to help others.

Here on a small bench overlooking the country to the south and east but still a long distance from the snow, they found some holes of water, and some bunch grass a little farther up the hill.

Here was a large trail coming from the north and leading from this point westward.
There were no signs of recent use, but there were many indications that it was quite ancient and had been considerably traveled in time past.
This was quite encouraging to many of them and they declared they would follow this trail which would surely lead to some place well known, in a better country.

They cared not whether it led to California, Mexico, or Texas, only that they might get out of this country which seemed accursed.