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page number 66 Sept - until nearly dark and then followed up the trail of the party until he got on the top of a mountain, from which he hoped to be able to see their camp fires, but upon his arrival he was doomed to be disappointed, as nothing of kind could be seen. Next morning went down the other side of the mountain and passed for a long way along its base, but couldn't discover the trail, and then turned back with a gloomy enough prospect before him. Alone in the midst of indian country, 150 miles from any white settlement, without a gun and only two loads in his revolver, and without matches or other means of making a fire, were a combination