The wheel-horses, or rather the wheel-mules, were good on the hold back, and we got along beautifully till the wagon had nearly reached the bottom of the declivity.

Then the wagon crowded the mules so hard that they started on the run and came galloping down into the valley to the spot General Carr had selected for his camp.

There was not the slightest accident.
Three other wagons followed in the same way.

In half an hour every wagon was in the camp.

It was an exciting sight to see the six-mule teams come almost straight down the mountainside and finally break into a run.