Pillars of sand stone, fifteen feet high and very slim were round about in several places and looked strange enough.

The next piece of table land sloped to the east, and among the sage grew also a bunch grass a foot high, which had seeds like broom-corn seeds.

The Indians had gathered the grass and made it in piles of one hundred pounds or so, and used it for food as I found by examining their camps.
One day I climbed a high mountain where some pine grew, in order to get a view of the country.

As I neared its base I came to a flat rock, perhaps fifty feet square.

I heard some pounding noise as I came near, but what ever it was, it ceased on my approach.