We had been getting steadily higher since leaving Sunset Crossing, and now it began to be cold and looked like snow.

Mrs.
Bailey and I found it very trying to meet these changes of temperature.
A good place for the camp was found at Coxe's Tanks, trenches were dug around the tents, and the earth banked up to keep us warm.

The cool air, our great fatigue, and the comparative absence of danger combined to give us a heavenly night's rest.
Towards sunset of the next day, which was May Day, our cavalcade reached Stoneman's Lake.

We had had another rough march, and had reached the limit of endurance, or thought we had, when we emerged from a mountain pass and drew rein upon the high green mesa overlooking Stoneman's Lake, a beautiful blue sheet of water lying there away below us.

It was good to our tired eyes, which had gazed upon nothing but burnt rocks and alkali plains for so many days.