This is the same camp where Rogers and his companion ate their meal of quail, hawk and crow a few days before, and these travelers knew by the remains of the little camp fire that they were following on the trail of the two men who had gone before.
This place was so great an improvement on the camps of the past that all hands began to talk and act more rational as hope dawned more brightly on them.

Those who had guns branched off to search for game, but found they were too weak for that kind of work, and had to sit down very often to rest.

When they tried to run they stumbled down and made very poor progress.
Capt.

Doty, Tom Shannon and Bill Rude sat down to rest on a bold point above the creek.

While there three wild horses came along within easy range, and thinking they would form better meat than the oxen each man picked his animal and all fired simultaneously, bringing them all to the ground.