The way up this canon was very rough and the bed full of sharp broken rocks in loose pieces which cut through the bottoms of our moccasins and left us with bare feet upon the acute points and edges.

I took off one of my buckskin leggins, and gave it to Rogers, and with the other one for myself we fixed the moccasins with them as well as we could, which enabled us to go ahead, but I think if our feet had been shod with steel those sharp rocks would have cut through.
Starting early we made the summit about noon, and from here we could see the place where we found a water hole and camped the first night after we left the wagons.

Down the steep canon we turned, the same one in which we had turned back with the wagons, and over the sharp broken pieces of volcanic rock that formed our only footing we hobbled along with sore and tender feet.

We had to watch for the smoothest place for every step, and then moved only with the greatest difficulty.

The Indians could have caught us easily if they had been around for we must keep our eyes on the ground constantly and stop if we looked up and around.