THE NAUTILUS. / 



Mine; we know his Painted Desert, and have struck his trail in 

 so many places we know his details are accurate and well done. 



Hon. David Rust, of Kanab, schooled at Leland Stanford 

 University, an editor and twice a member of the Utah legisla- 

 ture, said the only fault "here is that Gray deals in ancient 

 history." Well, so it is with many of us. We do not ask to 

 have witchcraft, intolerance, superstition or any of those dis- 

 gusting household remedies spread on the records. 



David and his son, David Jordan, gave us a pleasant surprise 

 at Endische Springs. They were cousins of mine and it was our 

 first meeting. Our mothers' ancestors, Ezekiel Brown and wife 

 and two sons were kidnapped by the New York Indians and 

 kept in captivity nearly four years. Rust and Ferriss thus in- 

 herited their wild ways, and had much in common to talk 

 about. Ferriss all his life, too, because of this family episode, 

 has been tracking New York Indians, especially up and down 

 Wall Street. 



A couple of young boys from New York City, taking in the 

 sights from Zion Park to Mesa Verda, were in the care of the 

 Rusts, Arnold W. Kohler, Jr., and Chas. P. Schulzheimer. 

 Though but seventeen they were live wires educationally and 

 went off at the end of a few days with the hearts of us all. 

 They saw a large yellow snail walking up the rocks at Rainbow 

 Bridge, a Sonorella, perhaps, but we found only Succinea avara, 

 Physa humerosa interioris and Papilla hebes. 



Loaded with pottery and other material historic, after a few 

 weeks of toil we returned to Kaibeto, assisted by Navajos and 

 their horses. Here we met John Lee, a grandson of the Lee 

 Ferry John, who brought in a report that we were at Navajo 

 Mountain in a starving condition and that the girls had worn 

 out their shoes. The Lees may be a little peculiar, but in a 

 sparsely settled country rumors seem to spring from the ground 

 and spread remarkably fast. 



It is a day's journey from Kaibeto to Marsh Pass via Red 

 Lake, by auto or across country by horseback. The Dean and 

 our Navajo friend Leslie made the journey on horseback, for 

 there were ruins on the way. The main party returned to Red 

 Lake and switchbacked to the Pass. The roads had been 

 damaged by late rains and both parties were a day late. 



