I now turned back and examined the Indian woman's camp.

She had only fire enough to make a smoke.

Her conical shaped basket left behind, contained a few poor arrows and some cactus leaves, from which the spines had been burned, and there lay the little pallet where the baby was sleeping.

It was a bare looking kitchen for hungry folks.
I now went to the top of a high butte and scanned the country very carefully, especially to the west and north, and found it very barren.
There were no trees, no fertile valleys nor anything green.

Away to the west some mountains stood out clear and plain, their summits covered white with snow.