We then started the wagon down the hill.

The wheel-horses--or rather the wheel-mules--were good on the hold-back, and we got along finely until we nearly reached the bottom, when the wagon crowded the mules so hard that they started on a run and galloped down into the valley and to the place where General Carr had located his camp.

Three other wagons immediately followed in the same way, and in half an hour every wagon was in camp, without the least accident having occurred.

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

At times it looked as if the wagons would turn a somersault and land on the mules.
This proved to be a lucky march for us as far as gaining on Penrose was concerned, for the route he had taken on the west side of the stream turned out to be a bad one, and we went with our immense wagon train as far in one day as Penrose had in seven.