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below, but after three complete turns, they landed, 

 the horses on their feet, the wagon on its wheels, 

 on a level ledge of sandstone, and stood there as if 

 nothing had happened. 



When I saw that Isaac was safe, I could not help 

 laughing, and in consequence was told that if I was 

 so smart I could get up the slope myself. I quickly 

 gave orders that the picket ropes be tied together 

 and fastened to the hind axle of the wagon, and that 

 the horses be led singly up the trail. The rope was 

 then carried to the top of the ridge, and the horses 

 were hitched to it, and driven down the steep 

 slope on the opposite side, thus drawing up the 

 wagon. We then righted it so that it straddled 

 the ridge and could be safely hauled out to the level 

 prairie. 



After this we had to go back on horses and bring 

 the camp outfit, which we had left at Dog Creek, to 

 the wagon. 



About three o'clock that afternoon our scout, who 

 had not showed up during the heavy labor of getting 

 the outfit up to the prairie, was seen coming from 

 the south through a break in the foothills, while at 

 the same time another horseman approached at full 

 speed from the east. At a sign from the scout, our 

 driver stopped his horses, and Isaac and I rested in 

 our saddles. 



The second horseman soon proved to be Profes- 



