A hoard of twenty dollar gold pieces could now stand before us the whole day long with no temptation to touch a single coin, for its very weight would drag us nearer death.

We could purchase nothing with it and we would have cared no more for it as a thing of value than we did the desert sands.

We would have given much more for some of the snow which we could see drifting over the peak of the great snow mountains over our heads like a dusty cloud.
Deeming it best to spare the strength as much as possible, I threw away everything I could, retaining only my glass, some ammunition, sheath knife and tin cup.

No unnecessary burden could be put on any man or beast, lest he lie down under it, never to rise again.

Life and strength were sought to be husbanded in every possible way.
Leaving this camp where the water was appreciated we went over a road for perhaps 8 miles and came to the mouth of a rocky canon leading up west to the summit of the range.