Judging by the look from the top of the mountain as we came over, there was little to hope for in the way of water.

We thought it over very seriously.

All the water we could carry would be our canteens full, perhaps two drinks apiece and the poor meat had so little nourishment that we were weak and unable to endure what we once could.
We were alone, Rogers and I, in interest at any rate, even if there were other men about.

For the time it really seemed as if there was very little hope for us and I have often repeated the following lines as very closely describing my own feelings at that time.
Oh hands, whose loving, gentle grasp I loosed.
When first this weary journey was begun.
If I could feel your touch as once I could.
How gladly would I wish my work undone.
_Harriet Keynon_.
During the evening, I had a talk with Capt.

Asa Haines, in which he said he left a good home in Illinois, where he had everything he could wish to eat, and every necessary comfort, and even some to spare, and now he felt so nearly worn out that he had many doubts whether he could live to reach the mountains, on the other side.