THE EBP OF THE YEAH ) So ( 
My letters home recite the many interesting events 
occurring from day to day in our camp life and our explora- 
tions among the ruins, the Indian pueblos and the rugged 
mountains and charming valleys, but my season’s work came to 
a sudden close. About the end of September I joined Major 
Powell in a mountain excursion and one afternoon, descending 
on horseback from a high peak, I had the misfortune to suffer 
a serious injury. The Major rode a large, free-going horse 
and I rode a pony, convenient for mounting and dismounting 
in the gathering of specimens and the m.aking of sketches. This 
pony had a gait, when on good roads, as comfortable as a rocking 
chair, but he had stiff forelegs and coming down the mountain 
trail, trying to keep up with Powell, I suffered from the con- 
stant jar and by the time we reached camp my back was broken, 
or near-abouts, and I became c[uite helpless. The injury was so 
serious that Stevenson constructed a litter of long poles on 
which, with a mule attached, I was placed and drawn out to the 
railway and sent home. Mrs. Stevenson aided materially in caring 
for me, and in due course I arrived safely in Washington, 
The only correspondence or note I have of this episode 
is a brief letter from Colonel Stevenson written in answer to a 
letter from Mrs. Holmes thanking him for his care of me. This 
letter is as follows: 
