Outcroppings of solidified volcanic ash looked in the distance like white patches in the landscape.

We searched diligently for some twenty-five miles to the north of the main camp, and also toward the east and west, but no trace of former habitation was found except trincheras and house ruins such as we had seen before.

Near one of the group of houses I saw three metates in an excellent state of preservation.
While out on this trip I was one day surprised by the appearance of a Mormon in my camp.

It was really a pleasure to see someone from the outside world again; and this was a frank and intelligent man, very pleasant to talk to.

He told me that he had never been farther north than where he was now; nor had he ever been farther west than the little creek about two miles west of the place where he met me, which he called the "Golden Gulch." This creek probably originates in the mountains near by; there was still another creek west of us which joined the Golden Gulch near the Mormon's tent, and this he called "North Creek." The ranch near our main camp he had taken up only about three years ago, and he considered agriculture in this region successful, especially with potatoes.