Stevens looked terribly cross at him and remarked to his companions that if the preacher himself had been the one stuck in the mud he would have been quite inclined to leave him there for all of helping him.
The canon grew narrow as they descended, and the brush thicker, so that to follow the bed of the stream was the only way to get along.

The cattle seemed to scent a bear and stampeded in terror through the brush in various directions, all except one which was being led by a rope.
They tried to follow the animals in a desperate effort to recover them and a few blankets they had upon their backs, but could only make slow progress.

Tom Shannon and two others found a fresh bear track and determined to follow it awhile in the hope of having revenge on the cause of their mishap with the oxen.

They took their blankets and kept the trail till night when they camped, but were at so great an elevation that a snowstorm came with six inches of snow so they could no longer follow the track.
They were very hungry and on the way back came across some wild cherries which had dried perfectly dry as they hung on the bushes.

These they picked and ate, cracking the seeds with their teeth, and declaring them to be the best of fruit.