Steward grew decidedly weary and I felt my legs getting heavy too.

Rain had fallen at intervals all day and we were wet as well as tired and famished.

We struck an old trail and followed it as long as it went our way.

Then it became too dark to see which way it went and we climbed on as best we could.

It was about half-past eight when we reached our camp to find a splendid fire burning and a good supper waiting for us.
The new canyon which closed in the next day had walls about 1500 feet in height, that being the general height of the spur of the Uintas through which we were travelling.