They said that Capt.
Culverwell went with the last party.

I afterward learned that he could not keep up with them and turned to go back to the wagons again, and perished, stretched out upon the sand as we saw him, dying all alone, with no one to transmit his last words to family or friends.

Not a morsel to eat, and the little canteen by his side empty.

A sad and lonely death indeed! There was no end to the questions about the road we had to answer, for this was uppermost on their minds, and we tried to tell them and show them how we must get along on our return.

We told them of the great snow mountains we had seen all to the north of our road, and how deep the snow appeared to be, and how far west it extended.