Prof.knew this to be White River from the map, the mouths of White and Uinta rivers having long been quite accurately established.

The mouth of the Uinta must therefore be where we had been the night before, and Prof.walked back till he came opposite to it.

We then got the boats back by rowing and towing, and landed on the right or west bank about a quarter of a mile above the mouth of the Uinta, where the old time crossing had been, and which we had passed unnoticed in the evening light.

Here were the ashes of a camp-fire, and after much searching a tin can was found with a note in it from the Major, saying they had all gone out to the Agency, and that we were to wait here.
A large cottonwood tree stood on the low bank where travellers before had camped, not in going up and down the river, but on their way across country.

It was a very old tree and its bark presented many marks, names, and dates, and I regret now that I did not copy them for reference.