He said he had met the Stewarts going into Fredonia, and being advised of our destination, had hurried to come up with us.

As we did not know, except in a general way, where we were making for, the meeting was a fortunate event.
Our camping site had been close to the divide made by one of the long, wooded ridges sent off by Buckskin Mountain, and soon we were descending again.

We rode half a mile down a timbered slope, and then out into a beautiful, flat forest of gigantic pines.

Clarke informed us it was a level bench some ten miles long, running out from the slopes of Buckskin to face the Grand Canyon on the south, and the 'breaks of the Siwash on the west.

For two hours we rode between the stately lines of trees, and the hoofs of the horses gave forth no sound.