When night came on it seemed to be cloudy and we could hear the cries of the wild geese passing east.

We regarded this as a very good sign and no doubt Owen's Lake, which we expected to pass on this route, was not very far off.

Around in those small hills and damp places was some coarse grass and other growths, but those who had gone before devoured the best, so our oxen had a hard time to get anything to eat.
Next morning I shouldered my gun and followed down the canon keeping the wagon road, and when half a mile down, at the sink of the sickly stream, I killed a wild goose.

This had undoubtedly been attracted here the night before by the light of our camp fire.

When I got near the lower end of the canon, there was a cliff on the north or right hand side which was perpendicular or perhaps a little overhanging, and at the base a cave which had the appearance of being continuously occupied by Indians.