These holes held about two pails of water each, but no stream run away from them.

Our horses seemed to want water badly for when they drank they put their head in up to their eyes and drank ravenously.
Thirty miles from here to the next water, Doty had told us, and night overtook us before we could reach it, so a dry camp was made.

Our horses began now to walk with drooping heads and slow, tired steps, so we divided the load among them all and walked ourselves.

The water, when reached proved so salt the horses would not drink it, and as Doty had told us the most water was over the mountain ahead of us, we still followed their trail which went up a very rocky canon in which it was hard work for the horses to travel.

The horses were all very gentle now and needed some urging to make them go.