Rowing was real labour here, but Prof.was eager to arrive at the mouth of the Uinta the next day so it was row, row, with a strong, steady, monotonous stroke, hour after hour till we had put twenty miles behind when we stopped for the night.

Next morning the same programme was continued from seven o'clock on, with a brief halt for dinner.

About four a storm came up, compelling us to wait an hour, when on we pulled, with a temperature something like 100 deg.F., in the shade, till sunset, when about forty miles from our starting point, we arrived at the mouth of a river on the right, which we thought must be the Uinta.

But finally as there was no sign of our advance party we concluded there must be a mistake.

There was so little current in the tributary we thought it might be something besides a river, the mouth of a lake perhaps, and that the Uinta was farther on.
About a mile down in the dim light there appeared to be a river mouth, but on reaching the place there was nothing of the kind.