Fortunately we had a good tow line, and one would take this and follow along the edge when it was so he could walk.

The mountains seemed to get higher and higher on both sides as we advanced, and in places we could see quite a number of trees overhanging the river, and away up on the rocks we could see the wild mountain sheep looking down at us.

They were so high that they seemed a mile away, and consequently safe enough.

This was their home, and they seemed very independent, as if they dared us fellows to come and see them.

There was an old cottonwood tree on bank with marks of an axe on it, but this was all the sign we saw that any one had ever been here before us.