In one of the perpendicular portions it seemed to be a varigated clay formation, and a little water seeped down its face.

Here the Indians had made a clay bowl and fastened it to the wall so that it would collect and retain about a quart of water, and I had a good drink of water, the first one since leaving the running stream.

Near here I staid all night, for fear of Indians who I firmly believe would have taken my scalp had a good opportunity offered.

I slept without a fire, and my supply of meat just obtained drove hunger away.
In the morning I started down the canon which descended rapidly and had a bed of sharp, volcanic, broken rock.

I could sometimes see an Indian track, and kept a sharp lookout at every turn, for fear of revenge on account of the store of squashes which had been taken.