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past only a few feet from us. We admired his 

 grace and envied his power, as we watched the sun 

 go down, and fancied that just beyond the hills we 

 saw were the waves of the Gulf of California. We 

 descended to camp in the evening shadows and 

 made our meal of bread and water with good 

 appetites. 



September 22d. I remained behind this morn- 

 ing with one of the men to hunt up some missing 

 mules, so that the main party were some ten miles 

 on the road ahead, but we overtook them at nine 

 that night, and camped down without water or 

 grass. 



September 2^d. Daylight saw us on the march 

 again, and at twelve we found good grass, and 

 halted for four hours, leaving at sundown for the 

 Gila, expecting to reach it by daylight, but our 

 mules were so hungry we could not drive them, 

 and we encamped again without grass or water. 



September 24th. At daylight again we were 

 off, and one o'clock brought us to the long-looked- 

 for Pimos Valley, with a rancho of one small house 

 and a few broken-down mules. However, here 

 we found water and a camp ground. 



September 2^th. Off again as soon as light with 

 ourselves and animals somewhat refreshed by a 

 long day's rest, plenty of corn, water and melons. 

 Before our arrival here we had looked forward 

 with pleasure to meeting others from home travel- 



