138 SADDLE AND CAMP 



Here we had the first rain since leaving the 

 Mogollon Mesa, far south of Winslow. All 

 night it poured. We did not pitch our tent, 

 but drew it over us and were very snug and 

 comfortable as we slept. 



Another day carried us over the end of the 

 Buckskins with their scanty growth of scrubby 

 cedars and pinons, though farther southward 

 lies a great forest of pine. This region is in- 

 cluded within the Grand Canon Forest Re- 

 serve, and on a lonely, scrubby cedar in the 

 midst of sagebrush and far from timber an 

 active ranger with a sense of humor had posted 

 a warning against forest fires. 



At four o'clock on Saturday afternoon, Au- 

 gust 13th, we rode into the little Mormon ham- 

 let of Johnson, on the edge of the desert, and 

 were welcomed and entertained for the night 

 by John's oldest sister, Mrs. Young, whom he 

 had not seen for many years. On Sunday we 

 continued to Kanab, fourteen miles below 

 Johnson, and here John met his mother. He 

 had not seen her in fourteen years, and she did 

 not recognize him when he presented himself 

 to her. The meeting was most affecting. John, 

 the frontiersman, could not repress his tears as 

 he took his old mother in his arms. She was a 

 sweet old lady, born in Cambridge, Mass., sev- 



