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THE NAUTILUS. i 
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. Kobler, 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 Pupilla 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 bea little peculiar, but ina 
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. 
