Our camp was beautiful beyond description, and lay near the edge of the mesa, whence we could look down upon the lovely lake.

It was a complete surprise to us, as points of scenery were not much known or talked about then in Arizona.

Ponds and lakes were unheard of.

They did not seem to exist in that drear land of arid wastes.

We never heard of water except that of the Colorado or the Gila or the tanks and basins, and irrigation ditches of the settlers.