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water,. and thus possibly save them from perishing and us from failing in this portion 

 of our route. Of course we all felt grateful, and testified it by some presents to him 

 and his son. The fine Spanish knife I gave him he seemed to particularly prize 

 Believing that "Wolf's Schnapps" would prove acceptable to him as a restorative, I 

 handed him some, but he immediately smelt of it and replied, "No bueno" (no good), 

 at the same time rubbing his hip, thus indicating that he wished it to be applied there. 

 It was so applied, much to his satisfaction. His only mode of locomotion is on his 

 haunches and hands, just as I have seen children who could not walk propel them- 

 selves forward. Of course this mode of progression bore heavily on his hands, which 

 were very liable to be cut by the rocks and rough sage-brush over which he was 

 required to make his way, and he expressed a wish that a pair of gloves might be 

 given him to protect them, which was done. In his case it was gloves that were con- 

 sidered highly valuable for purpose of locomotion through sage-brusji; but in the case 

 of the Go-shoot and Digger Indians generally, it is moccasins, which, on account of 

 the great difficulty of entrapping or killing any larger animal than the rabbit, they 

 cannot easily command. Oar sympathy for the poor cripple has been such as to sug- 

 gest a pair of cratches for him, and Mr. Jagiello has manufactured a pair. He is 

 pleased with the present, but makes no attempt to use them. He is treated so much 

 like a king that he looks upon us occasionally with a look of wonder, and seems to 

 ask himself, "Is this attention indeed real?" and then breaks out into a laugh, in which 

 is intermingled as much of astonishment as joy. At his request, I have permitted him 

 to sleep in camp, the only strange Indian to whom this privilege has been granted on 

 the trip. 



August 1, Camp No. 31, Good Indian Spring.— Thermometer at 6 a, m., 66°. The 

 old, crippled Indian is named Quali-not I had him helped up this morning, and the 

 crutches put under him, but, alas! find he cannot stand on either leg. We had thought 

 it was only one leg that was affected, but it appears now that he is paralyzed from his 

 loins dow n, and this is the reason why he has not availed himself of the crutches. His 

 son's name is Ah-pon. 



9 a. m, — The mules which were sent to water night before last are momentarily 

 expected, but we think it best to get the mules we have with us to the next water as 

 soon as possible, since the spring where we are is so small that, without the use of 

 troughs to collect and economize the water, but few animals can be watered satisfacto- 

 rily. The civil portion of my party, with three wagons, therefore, move forward, leav- 

 ing the balance to follow us as soon as the other mules arrive. Pass down canon, in 

 a northwardly direction, through a thick grove of cedars, over a rolling country, skirt- 

 ing McDowell Mountains to our right, and in about seven miles reach a desert valley 

 or plain running southeastwardly from Great Salt Lake Valley into Sevier Valley. In 

 about two miles more, reach west foot of bench of Champlin Mountains, and encamp 

 at half past 2 within about two miles of good and abundant water and grass in canon 

 of the mountains, to which the mules are driven. Journey 9.2 miles; road good. About 

 an hour after getting into camp, Sergeant Miller passed us with the remaining portion 

 of the herd on his way to our old camp. It appears that the herd which became sep- 

 arated night before last only got together this morning. The spring, creek, and canon 

 near our camp I call after Assistant Surgeon Thomas H. Williams, United States Army 



