I met an "old timer" on a western train several years afterward, who was greatly irritated because of this liberty which the Major took with the cherished designation of the early days.

Fort Davy Crockett of the fur-trading period was located somewhere in this valley.
[Illustration: In Red Canyon Park.
Photograph by E.O.Beaman, 1871.] The next morning after reaching Harrell's camp we were told that, as Frank did not seem able to stand the voyage he was to leave us here, to go over the mountains back to the railway, whence he would go home.

We were all sorry to hear this and doubly sorry when on Sunday the 11th he mounted a mule and regretfully rode away with Mr.Harrell.The latter was to telegraph to Salt Lake to Mrs.Powell, to send our mail back to Green River Station so that it could be brought out to us on Mr.
Harrell's return.

Meanwhile we dropped down the river, now tranquil as a pond, with low banks covered with cottonwood groves.

There were two small canyons the first of which we called "Little" about one-half mile long, and the second "Swallow," about two miles long.