CHAPTER VI.
A Lookout for Redskins--The River a Sluggard--A Gunshot!--Someone Comes!--The Tale of a Mysterious Light--How, How! from Douglas Boy--At the Mouth of the Uinta--A Tramp to Goblin City and a Trip down White River on a Raft--A Waggon-load of Supplies from Salt Lake by Way of Uinta Agency--The Major Goes Out to Find a Way In.
Our thoughts now were mainly directed to pushing on to the mouth of the Uinta River and picking up our advance party, which by this time must have gotten in touch with the Uinta Agency.

We felt gratified that another of the long line of canyons was a thing of the past and that for a brief time we would have easy water, so far as rapids were concerned.
We were reminded that this was Indian country by discovering on a smooth face of rock wall not far from camp a lot of drawings pecked into the stone.

They represented figures of natives, bison, elk, deer, mountain sheep, grizzly tracks, etc., and as they were the first pictographs I had ever seen I was particularly interested.

The bison pictures indicated the former presence here in this valley of that fine animal.
Numbers indeed once ranged these hills and valleys, but they had all disappeared many years before our voyage.

We were on the lookout for Indians.